When they first arrived, they were all joking about "since Chris wasn't there" etc., they'd make it a "diss Chris" night. I didn't want to talk about my situation though Jeri asked me a few questions.
Jeri, Steve and I briefly reminisced my first meeting them at a dinner for the Abarth club years ago. I recalled meeting many wonderful people that evening, but Thomas had made a comment that "most of those folks were dead now."
I did not remember the incident that Steve brought up. Apparently some woman at the Abarth dinner was annoyed about something and was making some unkind comments. Steve said that *I* (Moi??) finally told her if she didn't like it, she should leave. And that is how Steve and Jeri remember first meeting me. I don't remember saying that to anyone! (Gee, get me back into those NonViolent Communication classes in a hurry!) I must have been in rare, outspoken form. *wink*
I was hospitable and observant during Wednesday's dinner. I spent many nights in the past six years with them, listening to various discussions on Fiats, cars, Chris, Thomas, various customers, employees, Steve, car parts, bumper over-riders, racing, Fiat parts and the pending car event schedule, whichever car event was taking place that particular day. I listened to the discussion enjoying the company and camaraderie.
Wednesday night we never veered off the subject of cars except briefly to mention that dinner was fantastic (which was true) and to discuss Christian Audigier, the French fashion designer who owns Ed Hardy. Suffice it to say, I was afforded a clear picture on why Chris mentioned that he was bored. I rarely talked about Fiats, cars, car events, car parts and event schedules. And I never once mentioned Christian Audigier (except possibly to my gynecological oncologist). I was, almost always an avid listener. I listened out of love and compassion. Should I have interrupted those car discussions to talk about lymphedema, weight gain or the latest Oprah?
The past few weeks of uncertainty have felt like swamp water, the thickness of molasses; moss, soda cans, broken bottles, bugs, fish guts and bacteria moving like sludge under the remains of a burned bridge -- bits of cinders, smoke and ash, smoldering.
And speaking of burning bridges, the Santa Cruz fires are not near me. This map shows the area under siege. The photo, I took on the way home from work yesterday from a high spot on my road. From the looks of things, smoke must be pretty nasty in town and appears to wrap around the bay south toward Watsonville. I could see smoke out my bedroom window way to the south though until the fires are all out, we won't know how many bridges have been burned.