Number Two
April came and April went. The seasons are locked in an epic battle; fought to a stalemate.
Today was another day at work where Sam Self-Confidence, who lives on my right shoulder, told me I was redundant in the company. So I pretended to look busy in between actually looking for something to do. I managed to move my computer from “my” spot, as I was evicted on the basis that the person to whom that spot actually “belongs” is returning on Monday from maternity leave. I also wiped off some desks with a damp cloth and made some suggestions to mundane problems. Any day of work you can walk away from without feeling totally depressed was a Good Day™.
Each day, however, holds the promise of new knowledge. Mine came in the form of an SMS which told me that an old friend of mine was getting married today in a church which is five minutes' walk from where I work. I could quite literally hear the wedding bells. I had ignorantly believed that I would be invited, but c'est la vie. Shocked, initially, yes, but I can't be upset about something so beautiful. In all fairness, my friend's parents didn't really recognise me; his sister did, but forgot me name. So yes, I haven't seen them in a very long time. And I have never met the bride. Point is, I'm glad for them: he's a great guy and I'm glad for them. I pray that they will find happiness beyond any of their wildest imagination and that their lives together will be blessed, fruitful and long. At least I got to wish him and his family congratulations.
The thread that ties everything together is a another friend who was looking for a place to stay tonight. I haven't seen this friend in a long time, a good and dear friend, and my heart was aching for months. On Saturday he contacted me that he was in the country again and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Tonight it is my pleasure and honour to host him after the reception of our mutual friend. Nothing bad came of this day. But there was euphoria.
Today was another day at work where Sam Self-Confidence, who lives on my right shoulder, told me I was redundant in the company. So I pretended to look busy in between actually looking for something to do. I managed to move my computer from “my” spot, as I was evicted on the basis that the person to whom that spot actually “belongs” is returning on Monday from maternity leave. I also wiped off some desks with a damp cloth and made some suggestions to mundane problems. Any day of work you can walk away from without feeling totally depressed was a Good Day™.
Each day, however, holds the promise of new knowledge. Mine came in the form of an SMS which told me that an old friend of mine was getting married today in a church which is five minutes' walk from where I work. I could quite literally hear the wedding bells. I had ignorantly believed that I would be invited, but c'est la vie. Shocked, initially, yes, but I can't be upset about something so beautiful. In all fairness, my friend's parents didn't really recognise me; his sister did, but forgot me name. So yes, I haven't seen them in a very long time. And I have never met the bride. Point is, I'm glad for them: he's a great guy and I'm glad for them. I pray that they will find happiness beyond any of their wildest imagination and that their lives together will be blessed, fruitful and long. At least I got to wish him and his family congratulations.
The thread that ties everything together is a another friend who was looking for a place to stay tonight. I haven't seen this friend in a long time, a good and dear friend, and my heart was aching for months. On Saturday he contacted me that he was in the country again and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Tonight it is my pleasure and honour to host him after the reception of our mutual friend. Nothing bad came of this day. But there was euphoria.
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