Melt :: November 20th, 2002 ::
This morning the fog was so thick outside that I couldn’t make out the neighbor’s yellow house, which is maybe 100 yards away. It had been snowing for two days before, and it seems that the fog is the result of a quick melt that has started since the temperature spiked ten degrees overnight. Very strange weather. Nature has the emotional consistency of a fourteen-year-old.
Meanwhile, we’re working on moving. Jessamyn is headed back to Seattle, I’m moving into Barre with a friend who just bought a house that apparently has a red, white, and blue kitchen and a toilet installed right in the middle of the living room. (I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to try to talk him into keeping the toilet.) Though the change in our lives may indicate a dramatic shift, it really isn’t that big of a deal — we both just like changes of setting, and they just happen to be different. And having it this way encourages more travel, which we both like.
But before we part ways, Jessamyn and I are headed to my family’s house in Milwaukee for Thanksgiving. Oh, how I have grown to appreciate the stability that parents can provide.
