Yesterday Kat called while I was at B&B with C & Tim (it was a good conversation) — someone she had been very close to, back in Cal, had died. She was wishy-washy about wanting company, but instinctively I knew I should be there.
He was someone I only met once, but even with that I remember fondly: the 3 of us went to Mt. Rainier together the week that Kat & I graduated from college.
So I spent the night in Seattle; in some ways, it was like that day last summer when I came up with my own burden of trauma. Not so much talking about it, but being good company, talking about whatever, watching a bittorrent of an old Daily Show, a DVD of Dead Like Me episodes, playing with her cats. Though we did talk about death and philosophy over dinner, and it reminded me of my own philosophies, and brought me back to the core of what I really believe. (I’m a materialist with an existentialist bent, which is less depressing than it sounds.)
She left me at a coffee shop this morning where I could telework (yay wifi!), and I know she’s going to be okay, and I know I did the best thing I could. And for me, it was also a bit of an escape away from my usual; I need that sometimes too.
Materialist with an existential bent comes close to describing my orientation.
did you ever watch Kids in the Hall? I’m finding myself suddenly reminded of the “30 Helens Agree” sketches. 😉
(made even more self-referentially amusing by the fact that Elaine is a variant of Helen, which was my grandmother’s name.)
I suppose when I comment here I ought to use ElaineN, but never remember.
Never saw Kids in the Hall. Sounds like fun.
Except that I’m Elaine N. too! 🙂