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The hardest weekend has passed, and my toes are turning up. I got a lot of graduate applications stuff done, and I got to hang out with buddies. One friend and I stayed up watching movies until 4:10am on Sat., with periodic breaks for relatin' and laughin'. We were on the southend beach at a 3rd party house-sitting house. The perimeters of the inside walls were lined with DIAPERS for the 15 year old INCONTINENT cat. Scarily, I didn't have to ask what they were or what they were for--time to leave here.
Sunday, I spent the afternoon with Ross. We're both in similar situations regarding relationships. It was good to talk, for both of us, to say the least. I gave him a copy of Middlesex on tape for him to ponder over until he's fluent with braile, which will be many moons from now. I beleive he has a-m memorized. Braile is very well organized. The way it works: A pad with verticle rows of numbers 1-6, like a phone, but switch the ways the numbers flow so north-south. Then each letter is defined by a combination of the numbers. For instance, M might be (not true!) dots 1,2 and 4. Each letter has an arrangement amongst the 6 unmoving letters. I wonder if they used math to figure that one. Probably, to reproduce a 26 letter alphabet through numbers, 1-6 works pretty well. Care to comment?
If anybody wants to visit, I believe I've landed a free two bedroom guest suite on some fancy southend grounds. A texan family lives in the adjacent mansion 3 months a year, but prefer to have somebody on grounds at all times to ensure safety. Yeah, that's a hookup and a half.
Hmm... The slowness of this weekend was healing. My mom has, like always, been the best source of advice, comfort and reliability. Bless her in these dark-days of the mid-twenties. Depending on how smooth this transition is, I might bee-line to SF after leaving here, 4 or 5 days in the second half of next week. My aunt offered me two free tickets (sigh) before the year ends. More flying less guiling.
Sunday, I spent the afternoon with Ross. We're both in similar situations regarding relationships. It was good to talk, for both of us, to say the least. I gave him a copy of Middlesex on tape for him to ponder over until he's fluent with braile, which will be many moons from now. I beleive he has a-m memorized. Braile is very well organized. The way it works: A pad with verticle rows of numbers 1-6, like a phone, but switch the ways the numbers flow so north-south. Then each letter is defined by a combination of the numbers. For instance, M might be (not true!) dots 1,2 and 4. Each letter has an arrangement amongst the 6 unmoving letters. I wonder if they used math to figure that one. Probably, to reproduce a 26 letter alphabet through numbers, 1-6 works pretty well. Care to comment?
If anybody wants to visit, I believe I've landed a free two bedroom guest suite on some fancy southend grounds. A texan family lives in the adjacent mansion 3 months a year, but prefer to have somebody on grounds at all times to ensure safety. Yeah, that's a hookup and a half.
Hmm... The slowness of this weekend was healing. My mom has, like always, been the best source of advice, comfort and reliability. Bless her in these dark-days of the mid-twenties. Depending on how smooth this transition is, I might bee-line to SF after leaving here, 4 or 5 days in the second half of next week. My aunt offered me two free tickets (sigh) before the year ends. More flying less guiling.