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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Late nite

After turning down a few invitations for Memorial Day weekend, I got a call from Scott on Memorial Day -- he was flying into Portland on Wednesday night, with a 12 hour layover, and he wanted to see me--he was feeling stressed and expansive and needed some Kelly-time. The anti-social force is still strong in me for some reason, but I was in Arizona when he flew into Portland in early May and it had been a few months since our night at the Bagdad. So I told him of course I would see him.

I lay down for a nap at 9:00pm and woke up when he called around 10:30 last night and I drove to his hotel, bringing with me an unopened bottle of Remy Martin XO Cognac. We sat in the bar for a bit while he ate, and we got to work on catching-up. Since the flight came in so late, only two of his crew were downstairs, and they sat together so I had him all to myself. When he finished eating he charmed the bartender out of two snifters and we went up to his room and talked and sipped cognac until after 3am. It is amazing how much can happen in our internal and external lives in just a few months. Scott, ever contemplative, ever struggling with his dark side, has made such great strides in the past two years. He's buying a house in Baltimore, his relationship with Denise is really over this time, he's got an interesting woman or two in his life... he's reading, he's meditating, he's practicing kendo when he can, trying to stay centered/grounded, trying to remember my admonition not to mistake movement for growth--something very easy to do in his line of work. I'm very proud of him, but I'd never say so...he might think I was patronizing him.

No word from my sisters since the weekend I got back from vacation, when Tess accused Tam of stalking Sean... Tam says Tess is off her meds. Tess said she didn't notice any difference when she was on her meds, she still felt emotionally up and down, but Tam said that is was very obvious when Tess went off them. I guess its a problem with bi-polar disorder... its supposedly as hard to get them to stay on treatment as it is people who have diabetes. It was a very intense weekend, and I expect that being dragged into their conflict straight out of a very smooth, relaxing vacation contributed to my anti-social feelings...


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