Dinner last night was grand, nothing like the early bird at a Rusty Bucket. The poor server. It took us forever to even order; we couldn’t stop talking long enough to even look down at the menu. I never fail to be amazed at how well we fall back into step despite not having spoken or seen each other for months on end. Most of my trustworthy girlfriends are from high school, one way or another; she’s the only person I really formed a lasting friendship with in college. Ahh, those were the days. We worked together/for the same tool in a lab on the Air Force base. I remember being THRILLED to death to have another woman in the lab when she started. Not that the guys I was working with were at all unpleasant, but…I dunno. ‘Twas a weird atmosphere; eventually made me realize how lucky I’d been up to that point to have never really experienced blatant sexism, that I’d really noticed anyway. For the life of me I’m not sure why this guy even hired women; he probably had to as some requirement of the program through SOCHE (which I cannot recommend highly enough – wonderful way for college kids to get PAID experience in their chosen field), because he tried or felt it was best to keep us on beaker-washing duty rather than running reactions, etc…anyway, beside the point. She has an older sister, so despite being a year younger than me she’s all about the eighties hairband music. Still cracks me up thinking of the day she walked into the lab wearing a sleeveless Ratt t-shirt and hair as big as the sky. She totally pulls this kind of look off, but I could not help but laugh and I had to ask if it was supposed to be ironic. Hilarious. Love. Just…nothing like sitting for a couple hours and speaking geek with someone who gets it!
Nature, nurture, heaven and home
Sum of all and by them driven
To conquer every mountain shown
But have never crossed the river
Braved the forest braved the stone
Braved the icy winds and fire
Braved and beat them on my own
Yet I’m helpless by the river
Angel, angel what have I done?
I’ve faced the quakes the wind, the fire
I’ve conquered country, crown, and throne
Why can’t I cross this river?
Pay no mind to the battles you’ve won
It’ll take a lot more than rage and muscle
Open your heart and hands my son
Or you’ll never make it over the river
It’ll take a lot more than words and guns
A whole lot more than riches and muscle
The hands of the many must join as one
And together we’ll cross the river