Hi 74 °F
Gusty and dusty. Wonderful. Must get out the neti pot, again. Moby very excitable.
Thinking about the people I've met, and been subject to, who claimed to be experts at judging people, who were so wrong about me. My eldest brother, career Air Force, was the first and most persuasive. Being young, I didn't trust my own assessment of myself, but only suspected his was even more wrong. But it's human to bow to such confidence, whatever underlying revolution in my heart. He saw me as a manager of people, which I have found I have absolutely no talent for. He tried to push me away from religion when he was into all the New Age ideas, and back into it when he returned to be a staunch Catholic. What he never saw of me was my innate stubbornness that would remain standing once the decorations of my youth fell away. He never saw that I knew my own mind, and resented his meddling to the point of expelling him from my life. Probably he doesn't care, except insofar as it upsets his ideal of family.
I watch people, and although I know who I will trust at my back, that doesn't mean I know who they are, or even if I will like them. Some people I would trust with my life, I would not want to talk with over lunch, given a choice. Likewise I have friends who I could spend days chatting with, that I would not loan $20 to. Give them, sure, loan with any expectation of seeing again - not a chance. The ones I would count on to show up and help us move, the ones I would tell my most vulnerable truth to, I spotted as such pretty quickly. Charm and reliability come together, but they are very discrete traits, and do not necessarily link.
I always knew I wanted D at my back, and I liked him immensely as well. Likewise Moira, who proved herself over and over in our work together, and in our lives since. I don't pretend I can read either of their minds, only that they are both strong, courageous, and whole.