Bruce Toews (masterofmusings) wrote,
Bruce Toews

An Update

I think I need to build up a network of people I can just talk to, shoot the breeze with. I mean, I've got the world's greatest friends, bar none, as it is, but these people have lives, as do I, and there are just times when I feel like sitting at my computer BSing with someone over Skype or something like that. I'm not especially comfortable with guys, by and large ... all my life I've had many more female friends than male. I don't want to do the online singles thing ... I'm not looking for anything but people to talk to. Hmmm, it's going to be one of those weird-mood days ... not a bad day, I don't think, just a little weird.

An Olive Garden gift card I had mailed out last week finally arrived yesterday, nine days after my dear friend Peg mailed it from Chicago. But I'm led to understand that a good time was had by the card's recipient, and, as the old saying which I just made up goes, it's always nice to bring a little pasta and bread sticks into someone's life.

I had my CNIB exit interview yesterday afternoon. It was my chance to be frank about some things, say a few things I thought needed to be said. I hope I did so in a polite and respectful way, and I hope I was able to adequately reflect the genuine esteem and high respect I have for Sean, my boss.

What else? I fell asleep in my chair at home again last night. When I woke up I chatted on Skype for quite some time, after starting in on a new book to read. It's a humorous book of short stories about golf, if you can believe it. and I hate golf. But the book's a good one.

Well, volunteer's arrived, so I'm off. Take care everyone.

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