Store leftovers safely.

So. The universe is a strange and wonderful beast.

This thing with the sewing, and how everything has led up to having an actual job again, (eek!,) has an even more convoluted beginning than I related earlier.

Back in 1998 or 1999, I took a mental-health step which meant distancing myself from a friend I had had since junior high school. This friend was the reason that I moved back to Indiana from Atlanta, mostly and sort of. In other words, I wouldn't have come here if not for her. It is pointless to cast aspersions upon her or chastise myself now. I merely did what I needed to do for my own sanity, way back then, and not talk to her anymore. For 11 or 12 years.

Then came the glory/curse that is facebook, and I was able to reconnect with my friend, in a safe and gentle manner. My friend who knew me in the way back, who remembers my mom and my dad, who put up with my little brother who is now 42, and who lusted after my second eldest brother on occasion. (Who didn't?) We have both grown older, and we are maybe not wiser, but we are at least more calm these days.

It is through her that I heard about the kite gig. Without her, and without me seeking her out several months ago, I would never have known about Sun Oak Kites.

One never knows what any one connection with another person will produce. I am glad Lorie is my friend again, even though we have yet to meet or talk in person. That will come in time. I mean, 11-12 years of separation will take a while to bridge.