Travel day

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It is a travel day. I am sitting inside my hotel room drinking a cup of mint tea and trying to relax.

There are a million projects waiting for me back home and I am antsy. Most of the time it wouldn’t bother me. I would shrug my shoulders and relax because I can’t do anything about them from here.

But today is different. I am feeling anxious, restless and generally unsettled. I expect that knowing I am going to be stuck in the old flying tin can has a part in this too.

Writing often helps me to relax so I figured I might as well give it a shot. Maybe it will help take the edge off.

Last night I went to the wedding of a very dear friend. Been hanging out with the old man for more than 35 years now.

Thirty-five years. It feels a bit strange to write that. We can’t really be that old. It is not our entire lives, but it is most.

His wife is wonderful and I am thrilled for him. They were radiating joy last night, just spilling out of them. That’s how it should be.

I didn’t know very many people there at all. It was a little strange.

I say strange because until a few years ago we lived in the same city. With very few exceptions we knew all of each others friends.

Now that he is stuck out here in the East that is no longer true. He has a whole new life and a bunch of new friends.

It was fun meeting them and hearing stories about things they had done. I smiled, the old man is consistent. Always described as a mensch, reliable and consistent.

The wedding was at this place out in the country. Beautiful mansion that looks awesome when it is lit up at night. I expect that if it wasn’t overcast we would have been able to see a ton of stars.

Had sort of a weird experience there that I am trying to sort out. There was sort of a junior high moment/vibe a time or two.

The old man has another old friend who attended the wedding. There were some moments there where I felt like he was trying to compete with me for the old man’s attention.

Now maybe it is just me, but I sort of doubt it. I don’t understand where this jealousy thing is coming from.

I am a bit hesitant to even write about it. So I’ll compromise and say that we get different sorts of things from different friends.

That doesn’t require swearing a pledge of allegiance to one person, never to be broken. You can have several good friends.

In fact I have always taught my children that you really can’t have too many friends. And if you are truly lucky several will be very close friends.

Anyhoo, I don’t think that I want to write any more about this nonsense. It was just kind of strange.

Meanwhile back in the land of adult behavior and reality I have to finish packing. I really do dislike it. Although packing to go home is always easier than to go away.

Looking forward to seeing the family. The dark haired beauty has called me daily so that she can sing songs and shower dad in love. It is pretty cool.

Might try checking in again later, who knows. See you all in a bit. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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