16 September 2005 17:32

Schlock [n.]: An Occasionally Occurring Evil

Last night we ate chicken soup with a Dominican, a Dutchie, an American, and two Brazilians. In a rented flat in northern England, speaking four (possibly five) languages at once. I miss Mercy Ships.

Miss our friends, too. That's most of it - the ships are nothing without the people. We were just enjoying getting to see everyone here, thinking we'd be sleeping on a floor, but Jan and Elizabeth and Paul and Rodrigo and Tatyana put us up for the night in a beautiful South Shields B&B overlooking the North Sea. Call it a continued honeymoon, they said, and so we did. Then today they showed us around the ship. The Africa Mercy is right where i left it three and a half years ago, having moved away and across and back but never out of a shipyard. A lot of somewhat ambivalent memories have a way of coming to mind when you see something like that.

But back to the people thing. It's so wonderful (though that word is just cheap and shabby) to see good friends, i never know if it's better to or better not to, because it just reminds you of what you're missing. Anyhow, if you're reading this, you know who you are. You're missed.