friends: November 2002 Archives

My friend's father just died.

It was a drawn out, slow decline. Whenever I talked with my friend, he told me the pain his father was in, mentally and physically.

I only met the man once, but from all I know, he was simply a good man.

There is no loss like losing your parents. These are the people who physically brought you into the world. When they are gone, you're like a leaf separated from the tree.

The man is gone. But tonight, I think more than one mind will finally be at rest.

Just looking at the picture down there of Lindsey.

She really is beautiful. Easy to take a good picture with a subject like that. Just looking at her can leave me feeling weak.

When she started at work, I thought she was a pain in the ass. And she spent half the time pissed off at me.

But looking back, nobody is ever really like the first impression they make at work. The one problem I still have with her, (and I don't think it is always a problem), is that she is almost always completely focused on herself and her own interests. It's not selfishness and it's not ego. She just always sees things in how they relate to her. When dealing with company wide issues at work, it can be ... restrictive, but otherwise, nothing. She's a salesperson after all.

Besides, her main 'interest' that she is always concerned about is her son, (who happens to be too cute for his own good, and will soon have more women that god himself, no doubt). She'll do whatever it takes, for him. I don't think there's a thing in the world she loves more.

I think it's very easy to underestimate her. She is as close to wild as women my age get without being floozies. But I don't know anyone else so interested in learning. Even Sara is more like me... learning because we want to know how to do something or because learning is fun. But I've watched Lindsey squeeze every last bit of information out of a trade show presenter, to where the poor guy had to admit ignorance of anything further.

Fighting with her or flirting with her, you take your life into your own hands, either way.

I am surrounded by amazing women. And not one of them has the least bit of interest in me.

About the Person

Patrick Calder is a graphic designer living in Washington, DC with one attack cat. He owns and operates The Design Foundry, a design studio in downtown DC. He takes pictures in his free time, and dreams of one day being an adult.

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