23 August 2000 ~ "I promise everything's okay. I promise I'll take care of you."

A lady got into a car accident today in front of Java Joe's. I didn't see the accident, but I saw that a cop yelled at her, and I saw her crying. I brought her a hot chocolate and a warm oatmeal cookie roughly the size of a chihuahua. I remember the first car accident I was in. It was snowy and my dad ran a stopsign. The car was totalled and my brother's head hit the rearview mirror and he was bleeding. The police were wonderful; they drove us to a ski-lodge and bought the whole family hot cocoa. Nothing ever tasted so good, never.

Besides, I know what it's like to be yelled at by cops.

Made a valiant effort today to rectify a very old debt. My offer was refused, and kind of smiled at, like, "Helena, you're a good friend, but this is sort of ridiculous... Especially so many years later when it was never your responsibility to begin with..." But it was my responsibility. And I tried. And I feel okay now. I feel like... like maybe I've not quite put things to rest, but that I damn well tried. And now I can let it end. Or at least let it fade. I am proud of myself, kind of. Because I AM a good friend, and I tried to do what I thought was the right thing for me to do: clean up the very last of a mess I made.

(I know, I know, I'm being vague... But I can't quite bring myself to explain exactly what happened. It IS all sort of ridiculous; I'm not so far out of touch with the world as to not realize it... Especially when I was just told, "In fifteen years, you'd think I'd have heard it all... But THIS is a new one on me...")

Yeah.

I have to go to work now.

Love,
~Helena*