It was a bad week. I'm not quite ready to move, to release all the connections
I have to Ann Arbor- but it's time to go. I've started interviewing. Christine
Roach passed away, I attended her funeral the day after my first interview.
The next day, my office laid off 13% of its workforce- not me, but a couple
work friends are now gone. And I'm facing the fact that once the WorlDream
is over, all I'm going to want to do is turn right around and go to all
the filk cons *again* in 2002- and the resources quite simply just don't
exist.
And yet- the Wheel always turns. Paths diverge, then converge. Sadness
and joy, loneliness and warmth- these are all parts that make us whole.
Nothing is permanent except change.
So merry meet- for we are all of the same family. And merry part-
for our paths will follow their own tracks; sometimes together, and sometimes
separately. And merry meet again- for we always will.
For Gordy, Chris, Lloyd, and all this speaks to.
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