Wee Wee Wee does not come first
N believes the wee wee wee cannot come first, of course he was the one who told me how the piggies really go – you do the wee wee wee by moving past the little piggy and scaling the rest of the leg – makes total sense but I had it just at wiggling hard the last piggy and that was wee wee wee. I was driving down the freeway and thinking to mysel why can’t you start with wee wee wee??
Meanwhile this has been a busy travel week – Portland, Boston, NY and SF and in the meantime a trail of something left in the wake – an earring left here, a coat left on the plane (always for me a sign of disorder in my mind when things turn up missing) – I’ve steeled myself against all matters of the heart so that nothing disturbs me from the path of self actualization – right – okay but here is what I came across in the novella on the plane that gave me pause – this is from William Trevor’s Two Lives –
Sister Hannah’s the wise one. A person’s life isn’t orderly, Sister Hannah maintains; it runs about all over the place, in and out through time. The present’s hardly there; the future doesn’t exist. Only love matters in the bits and pieces of a person’s life.
S&N missed their flight home and so we are driving to NO on Wednesday – thankfully – want to be there, Mom will be there if she isn’t in Baton Rouge, N will drive in, L wants to have dinner as he is returning with dogs since UNO is supposedly starting up on Oct 10 – The Milan is open, Slim Goodies, as well as the F&M and I’ve heard people are getting coffee at Degas – not to mention S heard that August might be opening soon. We are all so ready to be back.
I keep going back to how confusing a day can be – where you think something’s going on but it’s really something else and you just don’t know and it all gets convuluted but you can’t do anything about it because you really don’t know and then all you can do is just try to enjoy your day and bring that kind of happiness into the world. But it leaves you with a feeling like you are being cavalier while all is not right in the universe – I guess you can’t help these feelings of guilt, anxiety and all the other things that seem to fall in line with this. So we went to Dallas and met P for a drive through a neighborhood he discovered – an old 50’s Dallas neighborhood – and then we ended up at old shopping area with little boutiques and Vera Cruz where we had this delicious lunch that still makes me feel full.
The travels to NE were punctuated by a sudden abundance of good food and like a squirrel preparing for the winter we stocked up on all that was presented now making my limited refugee wardrobe tight to say the least. Arlington is so sucky when it comes to food – it really is a like a mote of hell in contrast to what we are used to – NO, SF, NY, Boston, Portland – on and on.
What a strange day all the way around. I told A to turn her back on G and to make sure D was in perspective. While in SF I spoke to M on account of S and she cried after too much sake because B told her that M wasn’t edgy and possibly not the right one, learned that L is pregnant, and still believe there is so much that is missing from the picture that I will never really understand but all in all good to see familiar places and faces this past week – helped me get a little more grounded.