Down On the Ground Again
I arrived nearly deaf out here. Hearing is coming back, slowly Phone lines operational; having fun with the IRS and Minnesota tax people. I am hitting the ground running, as planned.
Much to do, and not a lot of time in which to accomplish some basic tasks. Seeing Mark and his family has been an astonishing reminder of my humane roots and why his family always felt so much like an almost mythological family I never actually had, given my fragmented upbringing, and the fragmented “baggage” of emotions that my childhood spawned.
Before I came out here, Nancy had mentioned, without having to be told or “warned”, that she wanted me to meet and see people, but “not all at the same time.” Nancy must be psychic, when it comes to me and my sensitivities and whatnot; that’s the best way to describe it all. And seeing her and Becky, yesterday, after a quick motor-driven trip through my old hood, past the old high school, was almost too much to take in, and certainly too amazing to put into silly little words right now.
Meanwhile, it’s business, as usual, in a way, dealing with work, where to shelter, projects and life.