A 90 year old Owl
Hello friends. I'm in Up-state New York right now. My girlfriend, Olivia, has a grand father here (affectionately named "Owl" I hear) who is turning 90 this weekend. So I came up here with her family, but because of logistic restraints and, I suspect, a touch of mothers paranoia, I am staying a lone in a bed and breakfast, about a half hour away from my girlfriends family.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is I'm meeting Olivia's extended family. I'm excited and a litte scared, but I suppose I should be both.
I think of some of you some times, and would like to keep in thouch, even a little.
OOh. I just bought an ecasement for an old hard drive I have. I've pulled off all my old word documents and MP3s from high school. I even saved some of my IM conversations. It's been fun, and a little disturbing, flipping through memory lane.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is I'm meeting Olivia's extended family. I'm excited and a litte scared, but I suppose I should be both.
I think of some of you some times, and would like to keep in thouch, even a little.
OOh. I just bought an ecasement for an old hard drive I have. I've pulled off all my old word documents and MP3s from high school. I even saved some of my IM conversations. It's been fun, and a little disturbing, flipping through memory lane.