Waiting

I’m packed except for the electronics because I’m still using them. I don’t have to be at the long-term parking place until 1500, so I’m feeling a sense of nervousness until I have to do the thing. So far, everything seems normal around my area. I even went to Walmart and the traffic was normal. I couldn’t believe it. I thought the Tuesday before Thanksgiving at Walmart would be an absolute madhouse, and I’m sure it will be later. Not everyone leaves their shopping to the absolute last minute, and I try to avoid stores during this time of year. If I need it, Amazon’s probably got it and can deliver in two days. For $10.00 USD, someone will bring me my Walmart order same day.

This morning it was unavoidable because I needed some pants. I am sure my family is in favor of me wearing them. I got some jeans that also have a bit of stretch and are roomy Just to round things out, I got some long sleeve shirts for mid weight, which is all I’ll need in Houston.

It’s supposed to be rainy and cold here, and it may even be rainy in Texas. But it’s not what I would consider cold.

I tend to bring a jacket because of the air conditioning, instead. The same is true of DC museums in the summer, because it gets just as hot in The District some days. Our season for intense heat is just much shorter. I wouldn’t be surprised if at least one day is in the 70s (F).

I packed a pair of shorts because it may not be warm enough, but I definitely want to sit outside and be comfortable.

I just thought to check with Mico and the forecast for Houston is 80 F and sunny. Sitting outside in shorts will be lovely. The fall and winter are the reason to live in Houston because there’s so much to see when the heat isn’t oppressive. For me, 80 degrees is pushing it. I like being cold and bundling up.

I’m still thinking of Aada because I think she’s still thinking about me. I could be very wrong, I just know where she lives. People might read me from Baltimore to Bangalore, but I’m trying to get used to seeing her in my stats (because I’m too confident to think I’m wrong in this particular instance….. And classic Aada would be to read this entry and respond, “contrary to popular belief, I am not reading your blog.”

I just have to laugh at lines like that, because they’re so precious.

I also don’t think she minds when her absence makes my heart grow fonder. I think she likes love and support from far away. It’s when I have any other emotions besides that and she gets nauseous. I don’t even know how to apologize for doing what I do except to remind her that she does love my writing. She just doesn’t like every entry.

Requiring someone to love every entry would be monstrous because even I can’t say I love them all.

“Blogging isn’t writing. It’s graffiti…. With punctuation.”

I have my head on straight that what I do is not important to me, but amazingly vital to other people. I know that I change people by letting my mind wander through all sorts of topics, and it’s a thrill to be compared to authors like Noam Chomsky and David Sedaris.

And in fact, I knew Chomsky was a writer, but when someone compared me to him I had to ask Aada why because she actually knew who he was.

Apparently, our minds both go all over the place and now I’m being complimented for it.

Every mistake I’ve made has led me right here, where the writing gets exciting and starts to glow with promise. I am leaning into who I am, which is a lot of things.

I am now old enough to have lost things that matter, and going home is helping me find them.