mw, interacting with people
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today I managed to do some socializing; such a rare treat in Toronto when you're middle aged. At lunch I met an old colleague who's just had his first child in his mid 40's. In the evening I met a friend who's just learned that a good friend of his has been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. The fellow is 43 and a father of two. Ulp. It's nice to get out once in a while.
Also this morning, we attended our first parent-teacher interview around Ken's "progress report" semi-report-card. The teacher claims that Ken is very quiet. I guess he saves up all the noise for home!
And finally, I'll report that I met a lady in the lobby of a business on the 56th floor of First Canadian Tower - a floor that housed my first employer in the city, twenty years ago. She sold me some shirts, which will be made to measure in the coming weeks. The shirts were a bit pricier than I'd like but a) I don't have to somehow find time to go shopping for the damn things, b) every time I spend less I wind up regretting it (and I mean every time), and c) I'll be needing some decent dress shirts in the coming year; as my career progresses I have to look the part.
Three reasons to be thankful:
- The kid's making great progress at school, it seems
- No brain tumor
- No new babies