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Ah well. I'm trying to be Buddhist about not clinging to happiness and not saying to God, 'Encore.' But it was nice having friends here and I'm sad they're gone. And because it was great talking books with M again and because she said Max Gladstone's settei, as described by me, reminded her of C.S. Friedman's, I've rousted out the first volume of the Coldfire trilogy from where I ~~hid~~ tidied it away (after thinking 'oh rats must have despaired of ever getting to it and put it out on the lawn sometime') and started reading it.

(Wish I could remember what I did with Point of Knives as well. This is what tidying does: makes things unfindable.)

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It IS nice though isn't it. I think it also IS ok to want more too. Have a go at planning not to leave it too long between friends' visits.

As busy as I am with the children, hubby and family, I do need those little Wadi of just being with a friend.

*HUGS* - have a good week, hopefully it is not too tiring for you.

I agree. As long as the wanting doesn't get in the way of the rest of life. I get into trouble when what I want gets in the way of what I need to focus on.

I'm glad that was a great visit. Just have to make a point to do it more often, some how.

I think the Buddhist idea is that the wanting does get in the way of the rest of life, on a kind of micro-level, so that instead of rejoicing in what the moment offers, one pines for what the moment would offer if it were different.

The 'more often' of having friends visit is kind of dependent on the friends' availability and schedules, as to a lesser extent is the more often of going to visit friends, which runs into finances and mobility. It's the modern world-- M too says closest friends are scattered to the four quarters of the world. So seeing one's friends is as rare as scholars in ancient China seeing theirs, and calls for the same kind of bittersweet poetry. ^_^

The world of today does spread friends rather round the globe a little. So every visit will be precious.

... but if the moment were different ... how would you know? ^_^ Surely one cannot pine for what one has no knowledge of. Although I suppose one can pine for what can be imagined.

Bittersweet moments are what fills life I'm afraid. Recently there is too much of that in mine every time I look at the little girl who once was 'actually' a little girl. Ahhhh life!

O mother of two, you must know the difficulties of travelling with small children, even without the 'we both work for demanding DC employers' bit. One cannot wish that on one's dear friends too often. One must visit them; and of course that would be easier if one drove.

Thank you. It's summer, which means remunerative even if frantic.

Ahahahah 'the small children' have grown up to be 1) quite an amiable teenager, except for every now and again she does have those 'teenage-ry' moments. Due to their infrequency, as compared to some others, can be tolerated and even forgiven and 2) grown to be a sweet natured boy given to bouts of 'I-don't-want-to-do-homework-why-do-I-need-to-go-to-school' tantrums.

When my ship (or whatever else) comes in I would love to still do my lj-tour and hopefully that any infringements my children might visit upon unsuspecting friends will likewise be forgiven.

Ahhh and frantic. I can sympathise and empathise, at least it will be remunerative. ^__^

Thank you for putting up with S and my two brats as well! I wish toronto was closer. Have got Max Glastone books from the library, thought now that I read the blurbs I don't know if it is really anything liek cs friedman. will let you know once I read them

It was lovely to see you all. Your children are charming, even if it's the good behaviour of unfamiliarity. I found Arjun quite conversable, even for a six year old. Hope you survived that long drive back alright.

I think Gladstone is a lot sleeker than Friedman. Friedman bloats a bit, even if several of her ideas are indeed intriguing.

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