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April 30, 2013


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Thinking of you both today, Matiss & Flann. Treat each other with lots of TLC.


Thank you, treesta.

Forgive my attitude problem everyone.


PEACEsista: thanks for the advice yesterday to look through my New Yorker cartoons.


Matiss, on to new adventures. Flann may be tired of "whatever" but truth is it is always whatever. That's the magic. That's what keeps you in the game even if it is scary as hell at times. I will have a cold one to you tonight.


Thank you, noway.

I don't know what it is about you that I love so much, but there, I said it.


Matissta just stopped by on her way to her last day of work at a place where she has worked for 26 years, each year getting top performance reviews. Unlike me, who spouts off anything and everything before thinking, Matiss keeps her emotions in a very deep well. "I don't know when it will hit me that it's over," she said.

Sista C

What to say. I care for Matiss very much, and I'm inclined to say that I wish this wasn't happening......but what lies round the bend? Perhaps something that she'll find to be so much more rewarding. Something she'd not have found otherwise. Since nothing about this dismissal is of her doing, that's how I choose to think. And noway is right, it is always whatever. Whatever.


Hope it is the best last day possible for you, Matiss and I am optimistic that some new opportunity is looking for you already.

May it be the best last day possible for you, too, Flann. The future may be both as ominous as the thundercloud which just let loose overhead and as glittering with possibility as the lake still covered in its shroud of ice ... all at once. It's good to remember, that this is a season of life and seasons change. Whether we love them or hate them, they will change.


There's a haiku somewhere in that second paragraph, PEACEsista.


by Denise Levertov

In this dark I rest,
unready for the light which dawns
day after day,
eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination. I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.


Flann, thanks for the encouragement:

thunder cloud breaking
lake glitters under ice shroud
life's changing seasons




Feeling for you both right now. All your emotions are valid. Despite the uncertainty, celebrate the accomplishment for today and then keep the long view. You're both gonna be okay.


My code word was: guaranteed.


No sh!t, babysis?!

Wow. I swear the Code Thingy is, as Depeche Mode would sing, our own personal Jesus.


Just called Matissta at work, probably for the last time at her current work number. She had her "exit interview" and is now cleaning out her email and Desktop.

If Matissta had been willing to move back to her organization's New York office, she could have kept her current job. She's not moving because of me and the life we continue to build together. This fact hit me squarely between the heart today as I was walking Huck at lunch time.

"That's what love is all about," she said.

She will probably yell at me for sharing this information, but I wanted you to know the heart of this person, and how -- when I can stop being so terribly self-centered -- deeply grateful I am to be a recipient of that heart's patience and generosity.


Flann: Mattis is telling you something and you are hearing it.

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