Talk of the Weather

So while I haven't exactly been making a conscious effort to ignore this website, I thought it might be a good idea to leave it alone for a while. Life is different now, and I guess I've found it necessary to rethink the way I conceive myself and the world before proceeding with my personal narrative using ideas, preconceptions, and a language that just don't apply anymore.

But please don't think that just because I'm now making this entry that now, on this Sunday Morning, as I write this, I'm suddenly fully adapted to the New World in which we find ourselves. I'm guessing at it just as much as I have ever been. However, I think I've at least become a bit more acclimated to the current state of affairs, at least to the point at which I can start talking about things again.

Odd as it may sound, that provides so much comfort right now.

So to start off, it was Wednesday of last week that Jessamyn got here. She'd been in San Francisco on the Eleventh, and perpetually canceled flights had stranded her there for over a week (you can read the story of her travails here and here). Though I'd been in Milwaukee, I'd felt fairly stranded myself for that time as well. So it was good to see her, no matter how road-weary she was (or how nonsensical and bleary-eyed I was) when she arrived.

I went to work for the rest of the week, which was frustrating, but not entirely insufferable, while she caught up on sleep. Yesterday, finally, we spent the day together, first meeting my sister for coffee, then going to the Central Library, then mistakenly finding ourselves at a children's museum, which proved (quite embarrassingly) that there are still gaps in my knowledge of the City of Milwaukee, despite the amount of time I've been here.

But at the library I remember we looked up at the rotunda, and Jessamyn said it struck her as similar to the Library of Congress. I considered making something up about how it was inspired by that design, but I know I can't lie to her, so I just said, "really?" We checked out a bunch of movies there, one of which was about the Johnstown Floods, I looked through their collection of Classical music, and we both chose to forget about the laundry that we needed to get done.

We ate some sort of lunch/dinner thing (it was like 3:30 in the afternoon at the time, hence the ambiguity) at a drugstore up the street from my house, then we went back and tried to watch the Johnstown movie, but wound up falling asleep instead.

Probably it's in my nature to be easily entertained with small things in life, to be completely satisfied with the library and with rented movies and with thrift stores, but my appreciation of all of that has been reawakened in the past week. Feeling so abandoned and disconnected, then feeling so close and connected with someone I find so important does that to me, apparently.