We had a nice laid-back SFOHA meeting, got a lot more of the boxes of recordings specifically catalogued, and I got the second coat on most of the kitchen bookshelf. Later Bill and I went for a walk out at the rec center trail, went grocery shopping and came home and made Bacon Spaghetti and watched Real Women Have Curves. I own that on VHS, btw, so if anyone wants to borrow it, let me know. I really liked it. The ending is one that left us felling "this is different" - it didn't have the tidy "tie up all loose ends and make everyone happy" process you see in a lot of hollywood films, but it felt more real that way, too.
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open, With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads On today because tomorrow's ground Is too uncertain. And futures have A way of falling down in midflight, After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting For someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... That you really are strong, And you really do have worth And you learn and learn With every goodbye you learn. -- Veronic Shoffstall, "Comes the Dawn"
