Well I turned off on the wrong freeway, just a habit to go south on 71s from I-270, and so I was like CRAP. But I know how to get any which from any which where, which most people who have lived in the same place forever do... And I decided to go to 161 and head through Worthington to 315. Well at 161 and High St there was an accident and I wasn't about to wait so I went around the neighborhoods to get back out and around the accident. I finally ended up on 315 toward the church. When I arrived it was still ight outside, chilly and a little misty. The church was as pretty as it's photos and I forgot how gorgeous Marble Cliff is. I'd been there just a few months ago delivering wood, but I really didn't get to look around at the homes. They are really lovely, it's an old, expensive area and I felt very safe in my surroundings.

When I walked to the door, a few others were walking in. I felt a little anxious because it was a new place, but I also felt happy to see the sign that read Jung Program to lead me to the right room. I paid the fee and when I walked in I saw the typical Jungian folk ~ have you noticed that they sometimes look like mythological creatures? They dress a little strange and the men often have beards and wear funny hats. The women in short hair have pointy faces and small shoulders. Some of the women wear long dresses and huge earrings. Tonight there was a man there with a spanish accent, a beret and a path over his eye! Fascinating people. They would have been labeled nerds or dorks in school, most probably didn't "fit in," whatever that means, lots probably excelled academically but were want for social skills. Speaking of that I did see Alan Hoch there, he would probably have been a super-dork, but I'm sure he found a niche in Math or Science Club. Most of the people seemed familiar with one another speaking to one another about the events of the day. It's never disappointing to overhear a conversation between them, it always seems to be meaningful or probing, about a news, music or a certain book...

Well, that leads me into this: I went over to the books for sale, hoping, hoping and immediately I saw it there, "Swamplands of the Soul" and it looks a lot different from my first one. Certainly in better condition, but I bought it.

Oh, quick backtrack. When I drove into the parking lot it suddenly occurred to me: I bet Mark isn't here. I don't know why, but I just thought it. I thought that he would have gotten the day off and decided to stay home. I think that's what I would have done, but I didn't consider it until I arrived. But anyhow, I was right and he didn't come which was fine. More than fine. I really wanted this experience for myself.

So I sat down to refamiliarize myself with the book and yes, it was like getting in touch with an old friend.

The area filled up quickly with about 80 people, maybe a few more than that. I kept glancing up to see if I could recognize someone who looked like Dr. Hollis and I did eye this short guy with white hair and a sweater. I thought for sure it must be him. But finally, when another guy stepped up to the podium to introduce the speaker, he didn't glance the way of the sweater guy, but the opposite way, toward someone I missed, gesturing to a white haired man in a blue suit, very sharp, with a light yellow shirt and dark tie. When the intro was over Jame Hollis stood up and I was happy to see he was quite tall :)

Bedtime. Posting without checking.

PS. I wore a white t-shirt under my black sweater. I changed my mind last moment for the sake of comfort. No lycra, just cotton. I was in the mood for plain old cotton.