26 Dec 2011

I just got home from Christmas at Anna’s parents house in Bowling Green, KY. I have a rehearsal in 24 minutes with a woman who writes great songs and can sing as big as I can. Christina heated hot wings up for me so that I could quick-practice so as not to super-suck at the rehearsal and still eat dinner. The two women I live with, Christina and Anna, watch “A League of Their Own” on a big TV in the den and peruse coupons in the paper, in love with each other and their joined lives, glad—for some reason—that I am here, too. Our cat, small and gray and relieved to be not-alone, again, sits in the den with them. I finished Sena Jeter Naslund’s Ahab’s Wife today before we left so that I could leave it with Anna’s dad to read. It was a gift from my friend, Kate. It was…beyond words. My family is all together (sans me) in Hudson, KS, but they miss me—even while they enjoy each other. My life—so often a source of perplexing sorrow, anxiety, and misuse—is remarkably clear in its goodness at this moment.

I just got home from Christmas at Anna’s parents house in Bowling Green, KY. I have a rehearsal in 24 minutes with a woman who writes great songs and can sing as big as I can. Christina heated hot wings up for me so that I could quick-practice so as not to super-suck at the rehearsal and still eat dinner. The two women I live with, Christina and Anna, watch “A League of Their Own” on a big TV in the den and peruse coupons in the paper, in love with each other and their joined lives, glad—for some reason—that I am here, too. Our cat, small and gray and relieved to be not-alone, again, sits in the den with them. I finished Sena Jeter Naslund’s Ahab’s Wife today before we left so that I could leave it with Anna’s dad to read. It was a gift from my friend, Kate. It was…beyond words. My family is all together (sans me) in Hudson, KS, but they miss me—even while they enjoy each other. My life—so often a source of perplexing sorrow, anxiety, and misuse—is remarkably clear in its goodness at this moment.