Y'all Are Made of Win
Thank you guys so much for the letters and cards, the emails and the flowers. Uncle Bob was a neat man and it was stunning to see his grandchildren. Boston and western Massachusetts was chilly and just beginning to be spring.
It's weird -- my daddy left New England years before I showed up and, in my heart, he's a cowboy -- a Texan, born and bred. (Which oddly enough, my mother's people are the Texans, and she's from Missouri...) Everyone up there kept looking at him and you could see them trying to reconcile this loud, brusque, jeans and boot and hat wearing cowboy with the man they remembered and the brothers they knew.
Also, let me tell you, pink hair and visible tattoos? Not huge up there. I was *definitely* in the stand out section.
I did get to spend one night in Northampton and share a long, lazy, lovely supper with my lady and on Saturday we drove to Boston and had a long walk (our flight out left at the crack of dawn on Sunday, and let me tell you, it's a LONG run in Houston when you have 14 minutes, land in terminal E and fly out of terminal B. Especially when you have to pee) that was lovely. I did splurge and buy two skeins of sock yard to make footies for me and Julia, but that was it.
The unpacking is almost done here at the new condo. The bad? We lost a lot of space. The good? My new office has a window into the huge backyard and there's a new bird feeder right there. :D
We start with treatment for Julia's dad on the 19th. Not sure what to expect, really. My stepmom passed away from cancer 6 years ago, but it was too advanced to fight when they found it, so it was simply a 'keep her comfortable and wrap up loose ends' situation. This will be a learning experience -- both in helping with practical stuff and holding Julia's heart safe.
Hope y'all have a good Monday. I'm going to take a load to Goodwill, pop into the store and buy cumin, parmesan and paprika and possibly buy a latte. :D
Much love.
BA
It's weird -- my daddy left New England years before I showed up and, in my heart, he's a cowboy -- a Texan, born and bred. (Which oddly enough, my mother's people are the Texans, and she's from Missouri...) Everyone up there kept looking at him and you could see them trying to reconcile this loud, brusque, jeans and boot and hat wearing cowboy with the man they remembered and the brothers they knew.
Also, let me tell you, pink hair and visible tattoos? Not huge up there. I was *definitely* in the stand out section.
I did get to spend one night in Northampton and share a long, lazy, lovely supper with my lady and on Saturday we drove to Boston and had a long walk (our flight out left at the crack of dawn on Sunday, and let me tell you, it's a LONG run in Houston when you have 14 minutes, land in terminal E and fly out of terminal B. Especially when you have to pee) that was lovely. I did splurge and buy two skeins of sock yard to make footies for me and Julia, but that was it.
The unpacking is almost done here at the new condo. The bad? We lost a lot of space. The good? My new office has a window into the huge backyard and there's a new bird feeder right there. :D
We start with treatment for Julia's dad on the 19th. Not sure what to expect, really. My stepmom passed away from cancer 6 years ago, but it was too advanced to fight when they found it, so it was simply a 'keep her comfortable and wrap up loose ends' situation. This will be a learning experience -- both in helping with practical stuff and holding Julia's heart safe.
Hope y'all have a good Monday. I'm going to take a load to Goodwill, pop into the store and buy cumin, parmesan and paprika and possibly buy a latte. :D
Much love.
BA
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