Life is going fast and I can't catch up

Everything is great but going super fast. I'm always a day behind where I think I am at work; I'm almost to the point where I do all my errands, but not quite. I can walk three blocks and back, nervously. Rook and Moomin are still in New York at Rook's family's. I have been moving house every day or two between my place and Zond-7's, and working from cafes and from bed.

Suddenly I find myself folding tiny dresses and drawing pictures on Mina's paper bag lunches, which illogically since I've been complaining about domesticity for years I find pleasant though it is more domestic servitude; what can I say. She is awesome and loveable. I plot to make her a nice little nook in my house with photos of all her family where she can feel like it is her spot with her stuff, even if she is only here once in a while. Also, to teach her about calendars.

Moomin's adventures on the lake sound like a mixed bag from the emails, a night of scary rainstorm, a tiny and good amusement park, an interesting visit to Fort T1cond3roga which I bet he loved since he loves to read all the signs in a museum. I wonder if he went out in a boat and whether that was okay? And if he got to build a sand castle? And if Rook has done 8 million sudokus in order to maintain his emotional distance from his chaotic, broadcasting-emotionally-on-11 family?

For cafes to hang out in! I like L's cafe on 24th, which is cosy and familyish and has excellent food. Sugarplum has couches good for me to lie on, and decent coffee. Peet's has couches, and good pastry like 'lavender honey vanilla pound cake' but is scarily full of crazy people who try to engage me in conversation. People in bands, or with startups, or who want to know what the Internet is. Ritual is still horribly overcrowded and overhipstered, and also has crazy pestering people --- a guy in there the other day asked me in great detail all about blogging and I nicely answered him up to a point and then decided he was insane -- but he seemed to be like 18 and just realizing that one could Make Money Off the Internetz by blogging. I burst his illusions cruelly.

I have taken the day off and so has Zond-7 except for one worky blog post (me) and conference call (him) and he is staring at me and thinks I am working right now....oh the eventual disillusionment. We will stay in bed all day perhaps he will be teaching me some python or we will start our hackathon a day early and I'll show him skud's folk logic thing and we will make our linux server all lovely. We could go to the beach, or clean the hot tub and refill it and then lounge in it tonight (you see i plan to exact domestic labor from him as well and he will become my cabana boy.)

I am wallowing disgustingly in happiness... I have not slept enough... We talk all night... attempting to merge brains and learn about each other's entire lives. Last night we described childhood gods and strange internal worlds and systems of ritual observance (Very George Sand-ish) and coming to consciousness, with speculations and forays into childrearing and school and our children's internal worlds which we must essentially be locked out of but must still hypothesize and respect. Also I find that being middle aged we have a lot of History and relationships to describe and reprocess and filter and see through the eyes of this one, if you see what I mean.

He is still watching me type 100 words a minute and perhaps marvelling at my productivity and determination... not realizing it is all blather... And not really "work". Let him keep his illusions.... or perhaps he has fallen asleep.

I have still not gotten rid of the piano. Does anyone want a piano? Free to good home!

Comments

[Robin]

Why don't you call a local school and see if they want it?

[Lisa Hirsch]

I don't have room for it, really, but I have to ask what make and model the piano is.

[badgerbag]

Kimball, upright.... uhhh other than that I have no idea.

[whump]

Sigh, the last couple of times I've been at Ritual, they'd gone all non-linear, and had been blasting bad 70's pop. I don't know if that was a hipster stance, a hipster test, or just lack of adult supervision.

Nick and the crew at Dana Street don't pull that shit, but they don't let you plug in your laptop either...