brief updates
Aw heck it's been another four days without an update.
I remain intensely interested in the musical Hamilton. I read A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett, which I found delightful and girded with wise, wise words. Tonight a neighbor came over and together we made pumpkin sausage pasta, which took care of half the sausage in the fridge, some of the leftover (unseasoned) pumpkin, and some pasta. I also harvested the heck out of the parsley, oregano, thyme, sage, and rosemary, because tonight and tomorrow night are supposed to be around freezing; they're all set to dry now, so hopefully we'll have some for a little while yet.
I Skyped with Tegan tonight, and Robin on Wednesday, and both of those calls ended with commitments to check in more regularly. It's good for me, at least. In talking with each of them I verbalized some things I've probably said one way or another before, but now I can say them with fewer words: I do not feel connected to this land here. And, while I am here, it does not feel like I am whole.
On the surface maybe it seems like neither of those realizations are very good things, but actually I feel better for having contained them in words. It's good for me when things make sense, even if the sense they make is less than uplifting.
Next week -- well, on Monday -- I'm going to Chicago. Hey! Wow! Why? Er, rather simply because I wanted to, and the airline was having a sale. I want to see Uncle Roy, and also many of my CPT friends are in town for one reason or another, some of whom regularly live very far away indeed, and I wanted to see them, too.
It's okay to go someplace because a whole bunch of people you love are also there.
At least that's what I think.
I remain intensely interested in the musical Hamilton. I read A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett, which I found delightful and girded with wise, wise words. Tonight a neighbor came over and together we made pumpkin sausage pasta, which took care of half the sausage in the fridge, some of the leftover (unseasoned) pumpkin, and some pasta. I also harvested the heck out of the parsley, oregano, thyme, sage, and rosemary, because tonight and tomorrow night are supposed to be around freezing; they're all set to dry now, so hopefully we'll have some for a little while yet.
I Skyped with Tegan tonight, and Robin on Wednesday, and both of those calls ended with commitments to check in more regularly. It's good for me, at least. In talking with each of them I verbalized some things I've probably said one way or another before, but now I can say them with fewer words: I do not feel connected to this land here. And, while I am here, it does not feel like I am whole.
On the surface maybe it seems like neither of those realizations are very good things, but actually I feel better for having contained them in words. It's good for me when things make sense, even if the sense they make is less than uplifting.
Next week -- well, on Monday -- I'm going to Chicago. Hey! Wow! Why? Er, rather simply because I wanted to, and the airline was having a sale. I want to see Uncle Roy, and also many of my CPT friends are in town for one reason or another, some of whom regularly live very far away indeed, and I wanted to see them, too.
It's okay to go someplace because a whole bunch of people you love are also there.
At least that's what I think.