Lorna, Loraine, Lisa, Liz.
Listed in order of appearance in my life.
Lorna - Met her at a few PUC (Pagan Utah Cooperative) events. 12 years my junior. A work in progress.
Loraine - Utah valley pagan. Held the "Art of Understanding" meetings. Don't really know her that well.
Lisa - The not-girlfriend. Met her at work. Carpooled. Turned into something more than a carpool. I love her, but it is a love full of pain.
Liz - A 26 year old ship that crossed the wake of a 42 year old man. Things happened. There was pleasure. There was pain. There were lessons learned.
Each of these women was met in a TOTALLY SEPARATE VENUE and at a totally separate time. And yet.....
Liz introduced me to her friend Art. Art was a musician. Art died in an automobile accident.
Loraine was also a friend of Art. After Art died, she bought his piano from the family. Then she moved, and didn't have room for it. So, through her fiance Matt, she found a place to keep it. In the home of the mother of Matt's friend, Drew. But Drew doesn't go by the name Drew - he likes to be called Lotus.
Lisa didn't want a freaking piano. But her son Drew dumped it on her anyway. Darn.
Now I am moving the piano back to Loraine's storage unit.
Matt, before he met Loraine, was engaged to marry Lorna. As you might guess, it didn't work out.
This all goes to show that Utah County is just to damned small.