beginnings

one more night of a six-day week, and then my payback: a 3-day weekend, hip hip!

of course we are going to cleveland because where else would you go for a 3-day weekend?
there's a monet exhibit. there's rock'n'roll. there's a great lake. dad and may will be in for a few weeks. probably for some event in may's family.

and we will visit, and i will smile and not answer any personal questions truthfully. the truth, for the moment, being too painful, messy and impolite to discuss. i have been fairly successful at avoiding any real conversations this last month and a half since my life fell apart, sticking to the superficial. it is easier for me that way, spending my time knitting or with casual acquaintances who would neither know nor care deeply if i fell off the deep end -- oops, there she goes. next!

who knows how long i will live on the surface, skating, dodging monsters.