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October 18, 2004 - 3:36 p.m.

The weekend was useful to me. I went pretty rapidly from the "here are all the crappy things about her" phase to the "where am I going to find someone like her" phase, and on through that to a phase I don't even think I've got a name for.

Maybe it's the "I've got laundry to do and bulbs to plant and Gus will you please quit scratching in that catbox" phase.

One of my oldest friends got married for the second time a few weeks ago. I'm pretty happy for her... the guy seems quite nice and while I don't know him, the fact that she likes him is more than good enough for me. We've always been pretty accepting of everyone Donna's been with. I was probably the last person to see that her ex-husband wasn't particularly good for her, but even now, I can sit here and think of good things about him.

Donna lost her father last summer, a guy I had known off and on for more than 20 years also, and who once did something very important for me and never sought credit for it. Her mother is pretty rudderless without him. Donna just turned 41, and so like me, is officially old. Mary, on the other hand, still has a year to go.


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