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My housemates N&C and I have this good mutual pal MB. We all met (including N&C each other) when we lived at the Pearl Street Coop here, back in the early nineties, all of us grad students, MB in art history, C in physics, N in early childhood development and education, me in creative writing.
MB's energy really complemented the other three of us well, because we all seperately got on with her famously, even C, who is not terribly relaxed or outgoing with many people at all. But eventually she moved away and we've all missed her. It had been quite a while since she was able to visit, though, and I think we forgot how good it felt to have her around. And now we had this great long weekend (highlights below) and got to really remember how her energy just meshed, like glittery glue, bringing us altogether in a good good way.
So now she's gone again, and I am sad.
Saturday we spent out at St. Ed's park, in the woods along Bull Creek. The weather all weekend was lovely, wandering storms bringing edges of cool wind and misting rain, the sky filled with alternating cloud and then sun; the woods were green and lush, the creek still pretty deep and strong running (as with most Texas creeks, it will dry up this summer). The kids swam, the rest of us waded. We picnicked, and walked a lot. Wildflowers, mostly indian blanket and something yellow, and the different yellow of prickly pear cactus flowers--hugely in bloom.
After St. Ed's we went to The County Line on the lake for bbq. More lovely sky and air over the water, the woods close around. Fed the turtles afterward, and saw one very beautiful duck sailing by through the dusk on the water.
The weekend's occasion was A's long-delayed dedication and sponsor ceremony at N's unitarian universalist church, MB to be A's sponsor (equiv to godparent) as I am to T. That was Sunday. Another lovely day, with some spiritual time at the church, with singing, always a plus.
MB brought me volumes 1&2 of Top Ten, which I'm looking forward to if for nothing more than Alan Moore's art. Sigh. I can't even bring myself to read the most recent Nightwing issue; the art hurts my eyes too much. Maybe I could just get Devin to send me the transcript of the story. I cannot look at that shite art.
We watched Under the Tuscan Sun last night, me, MB, and N; it sucked. Awful, but the Tuscan scenery was gorgeous, and I did enjoy Sandra Oh.
Okay, this is long enough.
MB's energy really complemented the other three of us well, because we all seperately got on with her famously, even C, who is not terribly relaxed or outgoing with many people at all. But eventually she moved away and we've all missed her. It had been quite a while since she was able to visit, though, and I think we forgot how good it felt to have her around. And now we had this great long weekend (highlights below) and got to really remember how her energy just meshed, like glittery glue, bringing us altogether in a good good way.
So now she's gone again, and I am sad.
Saturday we spent out at St. Ed's park, in the woods along Bull Creek. The weather all weekend was lovely, wandering storms bringing edges of cool wind and misting rain, the sky filled with alternating cloud and then sun; the woods were green and lush, the creek still pretty deep and strong running (as with most Texas creeks, it will dry up this summer). The kids swam, the rest of us waded. We picnicked, and walked a lot. Wildflowers, mostly indian blanket and something yellow, and the different yellow of prickly pear cactus flowers--hugely in bloom.
After St. Ed's we went to The County Line on the lake for bbq. More lovely sky and air over the water, the woods close around. Fed the turtles afterward, and saw one very beautiful duck sailing by through the dusk on the water.
The weekend's occasion was A's long-delayed dedication and sponsor ceremony at N's unitarian universalist church, MB to be A's sponsor (equiv to godparent) as I am to T. That was Sunday. Another lovely day, with some spiritual time at the church, with singing, always a plus.
MB brought me volumes 1&2 of Top Ten, which I'm looking forward to if for nothing more than Alan Moore's art. Sigh. I can't even bring myself to read the most recent Nightwing issue; the art hurts my eyes too much. Maybe I could just get Devin to send me the transcript of the story. I cannot look at that shite art.
We watched Under the Tuscan Sun last night, me, MB, and N; it sucked. Awful, but the Tuscan scenery was gorgeous, and I did enjoy Sandra Oh.
Okay, this is long enough.
