Five and a half hours.
My family went for dinner tonight with Vivian's family, as we often do. Vivian is one of our few friends, her office being beside mom's at the Saint-Mary's (they compose the entire force of cardiologists with offices at the Saint-Mary's). We went to Oggi, which is a great place, comparable with the restaurants we discovered in Florence and Venice. The food is great and the decor certainly memorable -- while the curtains, as I attempted to explain to Dad, didn't remind me of anything, they were certainly of the kind that could remind you of something.
When we met up with Vivian and her two little sons, I remember looking at her and thinking, I wonder if Vivian's going to have another kid. My idea wasn't actually that distinct, more of a Vivan-pregnant-hmmm, but it can be difficult to explain thoughts -- and some more than others. Because sure enough, halfway through dinner Mom turns to Dad and tells him that there's going to be a disruption in the cardiology schedule next summer.
Something pretty important has occurred to me. I used to believe that social people who were well-liked all had a projected image, and that nearly any interaction between two people was impaired by the image clash. I don't think that you have to invent yourself. I think there is a way to be at ease with the world without bothering to create a personality. This is kind of an optimist perspective, but I think I'll deal.
More and more I begin to understand that truth exists, and that everyone is capable of achieving it. Disputes over truth, while one of the leading causes of violence in our history, are against the nature of truth, for obviously each person perceives truth, if they do so at all, in a different way.
Oggi means today, but I am really taken with tomorrow.
Five hours.
Hunter's moon.
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