A Week of Friends

This week has been richly blessed with friends. Usually I do not see a one friend all week, sometimes not for weeks on end. But this past week, I had more events and more invitations than I could accept.

It all began last Friday with Othman. He and I attended a rally at Wilson High School. More than 2,000 people, mostly students, served as a counter-protest to a half dozen "Christians" from Kansas. The notable signs on the "Christian" side were "God Hates Fags" and "You Eat Your Babies." The funniest signs of the students were "Jesus Had 2 Dads," "Dog Hates Flags," and "If God Hates Us, Why Are We So Cute?" Ozzie and I both felt that it was a good exercise in free speech and the right to assemble for the kids, but that we didn't want them to think that just because they outnumbered the Christians that their point of view was necessarily right because there will be a lot of times in their lives when the majority is not in the right. Ozzie and I manuevered so that we could ask one of the Christians a few questions. She was extremely angry at first, but we remained calm and told her we did not wish to anger her, only hear her point of view. I said later that I was not very happy with how most people had treated these Christians, like wild dogs that they were poking, tormenting, with sticks. Other people would just rush up to them and begin shouting at them, not listening to what they had to say. Ozzie and I really wanted to hear her, though she called me a slut from the get-go and said other very un-Christian-like things. I calmly told her that I really wanted to understand the connection that she saw between Jews and homosexuality. She referred to some passage in the Bible that I had never heard of in which Jesus is surrounded by wild dogs and that the dogs are obviously Jews and homosexuals. I didn't argue with her, just listened. Ozzie asked if she was there to save souls. She said no, that the people here were already damned, she was just there to let them know God had already judged them.

Just before Ozzie picked me up for the rally, Heather called. She was in town, visiting her mom, and said she would be in my area in the next few minutes, could I meet her. I had not known she was around. Otherwise, I would have set some time aside for her.

On Saturday Bev and I were to attend a meeting about 2012, government spooky business, and everything in between. I had to cancel as I needed to take care of my plane tickets for LA to Halifax, where I am to fly to Paris in June with Helene.

Saturday night I was at Othman's birthday party. A good mix of people. Ozzie gets along with everyone, from an ex-Marine and an LAPD cop who works Skid Row to an aspiring CIA intelligence agent, activists, and school teachers.

On Sunday, Daphne was passing through the area so we met for tea. Daphne is such a wonderful gal. I met her about 10 years ago when I was working at UCI Medical Center. She's a web master.

Monday evening I met Kevin Malinowski, a former student, for dinner at Kamal Palace. Kevin is working for a PR firm whose clients are lawyers. He has aspirations to become a political advisor.

Tuesday was the knitting group, which I enjoy so much. I am learning so much from those ladies. Tuesday night I attended a writers networking meeting in LA with Tom.

Yesterday I saw Katherine for an hour-and-a-half facial. Last night I saw the Bolshoi Ballet perform "Don Quixote" at the OC Performing Arts Center. My friend Diana is cellist, and her siblings and their spouses play in orchestras, including the one that played at the ballet last night, so Diana got tickets. She and I have attended many gratis performances. It's been a long time since I've seen ballet, though I've seen a few modern dance productions in recent years. Last night was a real treat. Breathtaking.

This morning I met Jose for breakfast. He gave me a beautiful amber and silver bracelet as a belated Christmas gift. Tonight I'm meeting Terri, a man who I had completely forgotten. He says we met in November of 2007. He had wanted to call, but just recently came across my mislaid number. I am always open to strange meetings like this. We'll see.

It's been fantastic having a social life. I so enjoy this. Can't remember ever having a week like the one that's just passed. Maybe it's not an anomaly but the sign of things to come.