Busy few days! Thursday and Friday were filled with starting a deployment at work to a fresh datacenter. Every redeployment is an opportunity to put a little more love in that I didn’t have time for previously. Saturday morning was more ARC training, taking a class on how to drive a van as a matter of fact. This was a little silly of course, “how does driving a van differ from driving your personal vehicle?” Yeah, right. But it is a prerequisite for next weekends driving emergency response vehicle class. I’ve never driven anything in an ambulance configuration (feeding truck though) before, although I used to own a step-van so I’m sure it won’t be any different in the end. Saturday evening Tori, Mom, Tim and I got out for art attack, and went down to MasterMark/Equinox to hang out with Colin for a bit, before meeting Andrea and Jasper back at the house for some good old fashioned horsing around. I finally got to read my vegan children’s book to a child! And then today, the final MFG cross race of the season. The most fun and muddiest I’ve had yet. I was too cold to wait around long for the prelimanry results, so we will wait for them to post the final results to see how I did, but I got a number of “way to go” comments from other races at the end. One of them called me “lumberjack.” Is it weird to collect so many nicknames from strangers?

Otherwise, oh, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot the last week or two about those people that reach out to me, who put effort into spending time with me. I’m generally aligning that with an “actions speak louder than words” cliche. I’m coming to terms with my last few intimate relationships having been flings more than relationships, even though some solid friendships (relationships, granted) may still develop into more. It’s always hard wanting more and it not working out, or not making sense. Disappointing. Part of me feels like I need to make it through 2009 without any more dating, but mostly I want to make it through 2009 without another relationship that lasts less than two months. Since there’s less than two months left in the year, that pretty much throws the baby out with the bath water.