Omar, a friend of mine from my college days, left this morning after a week long visit. I caught up with him briefly on Monday, and then again on Tuesday, and spent most of the day with him yesterday. He is one of those once-in-a-lifetime friends that it’s always an absolute joy to get together with. Just brimming with talent and ability, he’s still struggling to find his place and find what he wants to do. Given our conversation that went until 3:30am this morning, I’m thinking his idea of getting somehow into psychology is a fine idea. Life this year has been nothing if not bumpy, and he offered plenty of insight and ideas into what might be going on in this confused mind of mine. He always was very good at that. Aside from that, there were lots of stories about days gone by, lots of pictures taken while others were pulled from their dark hiding places to see the light of day for the first time in years. A completely successful and enjoyable visit, in short.

In addition, I reconnected (a theme for the last couple of years, actually) with another friend I’ve not seen in years. Sean Mac and I used to live together in an extremely interesting house in Lawrence. It was built by a French cabinet maker, and was more designed than built… a little in the vein of Frank Lloyd Wright, if perhaps not quite to that level of artistry. We went our separate ways and met again through Omar this past week. I’m quite pleased with it, actually.

After lots and lots of liquor and wine and food (most of it meat, and much of it grilled) Omar left this morning for his 9 hour trek back to Colorado. I’ll see him again in September when I head out there for a wedding I’m attending. I’m going to try to get him to crash the reception… though he’s not much into the party scene any more, especially when it involves people he largely doesn’t know. Maybe I’ll skip out and hang with him at a local watering hole…