On the road again. . .
Well, other than the Cubs blowing what little chance was left for the postseason, the weekend has begun to lift the pall of another L–O–N–G work week.
For the first 2.5 hours, MLW and I listened to David Sedaris reading Barrel Fever. He may be one of the funniest performers of this decade.
My son didn’t take a nap today, and he’s in his seat totally cracking himself up by growling and making nonsense noises. Punchy in a 2 year old is really funny. He’s got about 3 hours to get a nap in before we hit Cincinnati. There goes the switch – now he’s whining and mumbling incoherently, now giigling. Geez. I miss being this young. He’s got a whole Renfield from Dracula vibe going on. This observation has led MLW to quip, “If you see a bug, LP, don’t eat it. That way leads to butt-monkeydom.”
I’m really excited, not just to be escaping, but to be reconnecting with old friends. At least a few of which I haven’t seen since our wedding. Last night, we arranged to forgo the hotel experience, and will be spending the weekend with L and A, and their two young ‘uns. Should be fun. N and M are coming over from Baltimore, and N has been bullying K to get his behind “up out of the swamp” in Louisianna. If he’s successful, that will bring to 4 the number of Davidson folk that I’ll be seeing for the first time in almost 10 years. Damn. I suck at correspondence. Don’t become my friend if you think that you might leave the immediacy of my daily life, ’cause I’ll just about forget about you, it seems.
Wow. Indianna is empty. And flat.
I wonder what it will be like when we finish with the retelling of old stories. With N, and the Davidson folks who congregate at Bakkenalia, we have been writing new stories. What will happen over a weekend in Cincy?
