parasailing

my belly button is slowly disappearing.

lately i've been thinking a lot about my friend david (ferrence) who died this past fall. i still miss him a lot. part of me feels like if i got to see him and tell him how much i miss him than i wouldn't miss him so much. sometimes when i drive home, past the nunnery, i see people walking on the sidewalk and i half expect to see him walking there in his blue shorts and gray t-shirt. then i'd honk at him and he'd wave back.  oh well. frank told me after david died that he thought david knew how much i enjoyed his company. that helps. i guess that's the second best thing to getting to say goodbye.

speaking of nunneries... i've been enjoying mother teresea's book. i've been thinking a little more about catholicism. for some reason i feel that if someone sees that book on my desk and mistakes me for a catholic i'd be ok with that. people seem more comfortable with catholics than they do with evangelicals (i realize that when i say 'people', i might just mean me, i can't speak for everyone). i suspect its because they generally do their own thing and don't hassle others to join the faith. i've never known someone to feel defensive, threatened or get their back up around a catholic.

you always were, always will be, a friend of mine.