Good old friends . . .

Good day yesterday all things told . . . spent the evening with some of those old friends I'd been rambling about-- Jochem Juurlink and (sister) Imre Juurlink. Im's right here in town and we (wife and son and I) don't see enough of her - lame old excuses about being busy and forgetful. Jochem's out on Vancouver Island now and back here in Ontario only rarely, but when he's here we usually manage to get together and hang out. Had a nice evening on the deck sipping beer & wine, chatting and watching the hyperknetic spinning superball that is my son Owen bounce around our little space.

Oddly enough when we got to talking I found that Jochem had been studying Pak Wa Chuang Kung Fu a few years back, which is something I've been looking into since I left my old Kung Fu studio, after finding out that while it might have been a temple of something, it wasn't integrity. See next entry . . .

Beer, butts & buddies

So, went yesterday to the last day of the 2005 Toronto Festival of Beer with my buddy Mike. I had a stogie for the first time in a few years, which reminded me that I should have invited by other buddy James . . . why do I always think of these things too late? Still tasting that cigar today, boy those cubans will hang around on yr palettte.

Anyway Mike and I got to talking over our many 4 oz. beer samples about such things as old 'misplaced' friends. I've been in one of those sentimental moods the last while where I get to thinking about people I haven't seen in years. Mainly through my own negligence, and the fact that I am socially lazy (as well as socially inept) I've let way too many frienships just drift. I guess I'm not alone though -- found a whole bunch of other people on 43 Things who're making it a goal to reconnect with old friends.

I've sort of semi-resolved to try to track some of those good folks down and rekindle some friendships. Bit of a scary thought though - I tried with a few people the last couple years to find they weren't really interested - in fact were probably happy to be rid of me after my explosive meltdown in '99- but that's another story.

So I'll be reaching back pretty far, ten years or more, to pick up pieces. Just don't even know what to say or where to start though. Going to take a lot of thought, I guess.