September 22, 1997 Love Love Love This was our anniversary weekend, for Sabs and I. For two years now we have been sharing our joys and woes, big and small to whatever degree we've felt necessary. We started out as friends, became lovers, and then fell in love. One of these days we will get married. Have a family, and join that endless cycle of human existence, of creation, living, recreating, living, loving and finally dying. Hopefully having left a legacy behind of whatever it is that defines the essence of us together as one. To celebrate we went house-hunting first, without overly much success. And then had a late lunch/early dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in Old Town Alexandria, the Bilbo Baggins Tavern. After stuffing ourselves silly, we went and sat on the riverbank, curled up around each other for about an hour, watching the sail boats go by, and in Sabs' case finally falling asleep after a 2 nights of much too much work. We then went to see In & Out starring Kevin Kline, Tom Selleck, Joan Cusack, Debbie Reynolds, Wilford Brimley and Matt Dillon. If you're looking for a good laugh, this is definitely a very funny movie which pokes fun at TONS of stereotypes without having a political agenda. Straggling home to watch Silk Stalkings and La Femme Nikita we basically vegged out for the rest of the evening. Not at all a bad way to spend a second anniversary. I gained a sense of peace from the day. But it didn't last through the night. A fit of manic energy possessed me and I wound up staying up half the night preparing materials for those graduate school applications I keep nattering on about. So, they're done. Completed. Finished. Pretty much. I just need to send off various forms to professors for recommendations and then I can send the whole lot onward and then wait on tenterhooks to find out my fate. Today, in passing, I noted a number of items left, abandoned on the ground ... someone's Bell Atlantic IQ card, a domino, the scattered pieces of a marine-blue puzzle, the cap of a contact lens solution bottle, a slice-box of pizza ... just a bunch of random objects, but I couldn't help thinking about the people who left these objects behind Why did the person who dropped the pizza box find it necessary to litter? Did the bottle-cap fall out of someone's hand as they ran to board the bus? What child misplaced the domino? Perhaps it was thrown from the balcony of one of the apartments above ... Will the person's phone card be returned to them? If I hadn't been in a hurry I would have picked it up and brought it to the rental office of the apartment complex. Will another person be conscientious enough to do so in the next few days? I wonder why we so easily abandon the objects in our daily lives ... yet hold on so tightly to other objects ... maybe it's just another echo of how transitory human life really is ... and how some objects can lend more permanence to our fragile existence. Next Previous