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9 July 2006
Its the golden thread through many strangers lives, at this current moment. Not only had Jim mentioned it, even acted on it, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
machinarex stated it, recently in his journal. The past characters coming alive in a new chapter. The friends of people who are in our lives year after year. The entering from stage left-past lovers, past friends.... another missed message from a lost friend, sealed the deal when I arrived home today.....another high school friend tracking me down on My-space, of all places.
Late last night, or even this morning, while the campfire slowly smooldered and flickered, Stephanie and I started to dive deep into the nature of things. Where will we be next year, and this time.
For over twenty-five years, the mix-match of college roomates from 922 East Dayton St, gathered near portage to camp. Always the weekend following the forth of july. For many, this is the only time in 365 days that they see/speak to each other. Pick up where they left off, continue. Tradition rules, same weekend, same time, same food, same people---
Sometimes there are empty seats at the table. Conflicts will rise- and as they group ages, there have been permenant empty seats at the table. Replacing those has been the children of said roomates, and now, there children's children.
Stories are hashed over-of drunken bar parties, snipe hunting, people they met, places they have gone, what has happened in the year. Where are they, compared to the same time, same place last year. WHat's changed, has anything?
I'm facinated by this. My mothers roomates have camped together for the last 25 years. That is where I was this weekend, Portage, WI in a tent, near a campfire, talkign to people I see once I a year. Bonding with them over words in convesation, over popcorn. Over marshmellows.
Discussion ranged from seeing therapist, traveling to europe modern art, job positions. I asked Stephanie, where she say herself next year? Hopefully as a principal, maybe starting her PHD. I'll probably be at the house still working on it, which I need to start thinking ahead, and whipping this house in shape. Of course that will cost some $$ which I have an INSANE plan about.....
But I learned about myself. About others. About Greg who is 30 and has 7 kids with one on the way. They range from ages 7-1. And driving home... I could just imagine... thinking to myself...
I'll see you all again.. same time, same place-- next year.
machinarex stated it, recently in his journal. The past characters coming alive in a new chapter. The friends of people who are in our lives year after year. The entering from stage left-past lovers, past friends.... another missed message from a lost friend, sealed the deal when I arrived home today.....another high school friend tracking me down on My-space, of all places. Late last night, or even this morning, while the campfire slowly smooldered and flickered, Stephanie and I started to dive deep into the nature of things. Where will we be next year, and this time.
For over twenty-five years, the mix-match of college roomates from 922 East Dayton St, gathered near portage to camp. Always the weekend following the forth of july. For many, this is the only time in 365 days that they see/speak to each other. Pick up where they left off, continue. Tradition rules, same weekend, same time, same food, same people---
Sometimes there are empty seats at the table. Conflicts will rise- and as they group ages, there have been permenant empty seats at the table. Replacing those has been the children of said roomates, and now, there children's children.
Stories are hashed over-of drunken bar parties, snipe hunting, people they met, places they have gone, what has happened in the year. Where are they, compared to the same time, same place last year. WHat's changed, has anything?
I'm facinated by this. My mothers roomates have camped together for the last 25 years. That is where I was this weekend, Portage, WI in a tent, near a campfire, talkign to people I see once I a year. Bonding with them over words in convesation, over popcorn. Over marshmellows.
Discussion ranged from seeing therapist, traveling to europe modern art, job positions. I asked Stephanie, where she say herself next year? Hopefully as a principal, maybe starting her PHD. I'll probably be at the house still working on it, which I need to start thinking ahead, and whipping this house in shape. Of course that will cost some $$ which I have an INSANE plan about.....
But I learned about myself. About others. About Greg who is 30 and has 7 kids with one on the way. They range from ages 7-1. And driving home... I could just imagine... thinking to myself...
I'll see you all again.. same time, same place-- next year.