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VISITORS

It never rains but it pours. Even in the desert.

Every day this weekend, visitors.

Yesterday, an old high school mate of John's came by to say hello. I let them all go to lunch. No need to hear the 50 plus year old stories. The guy's wife came along. She had no choice but to listen. I suppose she could have stayed with me and we would have a spouse lunch but we would have even less to talk about. Seemed like nice people though.

Today, Randy is here. Over from Long Beach. It has been a while since we have seen him. He will stay overnight. A lot to talk and talk about. Good old friend. The best.

Tomorrow, an old business relationship comes alive. I got an email asking if I wanted to get together. It has been twenty years. We didn't part on the best of terms. Something like appropriating, the nicest word I can put on it, our training copyrights and writing their own to go into direct competition.

I got the email. I thought "what could they be thinking?". Do they forget? Maybe they want to make amends. Maybe they are, like many people, in deep denial about the part they played in some old argument.

I thought about it, the visit, and thought, that at the very least, it would be amusing. Or cathartic.

I have already forgiven them many years ago. They are not really on my radar as far as resentments go. I have let it go.

It is only "tea". I even offered a small meal. But it will be "tea".

I am actually looking forward to it.

I haven't told my business partner that I am doing this. He would be disapproving perhaps. Or not. I can see him laughing along when I tell him about how it went, after the fact.

I used to think that when relationships were over, they were over. Not so. Some keep on going whether you think they are working or not.

Often it is surprising which ones come back. Zombies? Or transformations?

I will report.