Clarification

Okay, Pike didn't say, "I've been waiting, Curt." He said, "who?" and then, "oh right, that old butter-making guy, yeah, cool, yeah." He told me that, yes he had started a homesteading club, and yes, it would be awesome if I joined, but that there were only three other members right now so I shouldn't think it was the biggest deal in the world or anything. I told him that that was cool, and that maybe it would be a little easier for me to do if I wasn't overwhelmed by mass amounts of people. Also, he said, all the other members live in the same house and don't really have official "meetings", just that they do a lot of hanging out and making stuff, and that they would hit me up the next time something was "going down." He didn't even know if it was appropriate that he called it a club, and he apologized. "It's okay," I said.

When I got off work today, Guy and I went down to the bar and watched the food network, and played Wordster. We kept arguing over whether to keep letters or not. I kept telling Guy that I just didn't think it was worth it if you didn't think you could beat the high score, and he just wasn't hearing it. "Everything's not about getting the highest score, Curt," he said, which was absurd, because frankly I don't think I'm a very competitive guy. He just can't deal with it if the second set has an 'x' or something in it. Regret. "Sometimes you have to take chances, Guy," I told him, which was also absurd, because he had just dropped everything and moved west to become a logger!

I feel very happy right now. It may be fleeting--it may just be the booze talking--but I'll enjoy the moment, and it feels good to share it with all of you who have been to the depths with me at times over the last year.