Just like God

The other week, when I was at The Stables Theatre with Janek to see Colder, I saw a postcard. It was divided into nine sections, each with a photo of a sculpture or installation artwork in just about every vivid colour you could fathom. I knew Lance would like it so I grabbed a copy and sent it to him. I was chatting to Kate last night and she told me that Lance had received the postcard during the week and said to her:

“You know...Uncle Dan is just like God in a way; he’s always full of surprises, just when you least expect them...”

This totally made up for the letter that Sister sent me during the week, arriving on the one year anniversary of having told her I am gay. How is that for lousy yet freaky timing? I will be writing about the letter, its content and my reply (which took four days and the input from three others to write) tonight because I really have procrastinated enough today. I realise that I’m telling this story somewhat backwards (well, totally backwards) but Lance’s offhand remark has bouyed my spirits and had me grinning like an idiot ever since I was told.