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The Northwoods Is No Place For A Pink Flamingo

It amazes me how the concept of personal space eludes some people.  There is nothing that bothers me more than someone getting right up in my face (whether being nice or angry) because it just feels so violating, especially when you don’t know that person.  Twice today at work one man and a woman got a little too close for comfort.  Neither was doing so due to aggression or anger, they simply had no concept of personal space.  I have a bubble around me, you may come inside ONLY if you are invited.  Otherwise STAY THE FUCK OUT OF IT!!!  Oh well.

Today it became official.  I will not be attending the 20 year reunion of my graduating class at the American Boychoir School in March.  My assistant at work will be heading off to do a new store set and thus I am not permitted to use any vacation days in her absence.  It seems my employer truly believes the sky will fall if both me and my assistant are gone at the same time.  I can’t fight it, I can’t change it, I simply have to accept it and move on.  It is the difference between what has become a comfortable income and the possibility of no income at all.  In these economic times, I think I need to choose the safe option.

There is always year 25 or 30 or 50 or whatever.  With the advent of Facebook, email, and other social networking avenues, people from the past are not really that far away.  Those who truly have an interest in maintaining contact will do so even when the thrill of Facebook is gone.  Those who don’t, will simply go on living their lives in their own normal ways.  ABS will always be a significant part of my past but it does not define my being, nor should it.  To any of my classmates that might read this, Se a Vida e (That’s the way life is).

Now then, I’ve been a slacker in writing in this blog lately.  I’ve been very busy, what can I say.  I’ll write a little more tomorrow about my adventures this past week.  For now, here is a pretty picture for you to enjoy.  I think I’m about 14 or 15 in this, Sarah, thinking you are 11 or 12??  This was taken at the condo Aunt Joan and Uncle Lou rented at Sugarloaf a long time ago…

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Tags: American Boychoir, Personal Space, reunion

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