Oh, sometimes I wish I could just write!
Not yet. Maybe never.
In the meantime, I am caddying stuff. I left Madison with a daughter, picked up the second one and together, we will haul the remains of what is theirs in Chicago and bring it to Madison.
So I am in Chicago. Painted canvas of gorgeosity.
I ask them – so what’s a good drink to have here?
And we eat food that is good and more importantly, different food, food that I don’t have to evaluate by the standards of the current markets because I haven’t a clue as to the markets in Chicago, except that I notice on the menu "rushing waters trout" and I think – shit, that’s Madison! (Or at least Wisconsin.)
I tell my girls that yesterday, at post-pizza kareoki my students belted out a song I really liked and it had a host of rah rah and ooh la las in it. Bad Romance? They ask. Sure, that’s it, realizing how large the expanse of years is between them and me.
We look at pictures from long ago. You look like her! You look like him!
I call Ed and he tells me that he saw photos I had taken on display in one place or another.
That made me happy.