Haven't posted in a week, as I've been in and out and around and upside down and the centrifugal force has only begun to abate. I'm still living mostly out of my car, but that's life I guess.
Anyway last weekend I went to Raleigh to hang out with Seth. There are times when the most necessary thing is simply a familiar face; someone who knows me well has a great centering affect. It's like gravity on two legs. We went out in Chapel Hill on Saturday night to play several bad games of darts at an underground bar and run into Lewis Black on a street corner, only to go back to his house and drink Coronas til the wee hours of the morning. It was sorely needed.
Sunday evening I was back in Asheville and went to Katherine and Andy's for a birthday dinner of grilled pizza with homemade dough, brushetta, grilled mushrooms and fresh mozzarella and a chocolate rum poundcake for dessert. It was quiet and easy--more of what I needed than any party could have provided.
I met with the powers that be on Monday in a meeting that was lightyears more relaxed than the previous one. I think we're all happy with the arrangement; there is a sweetness to staying that I'm not ready to lose. This could be a time of growth and a genuine feeling of being loved; I'm excited to see where it goes. I mean, I finally get my maintenance rotation. Too bad it's too hot for my carrharts.
I'm in the local bakery, eating expensive quiche and drinking too much coffee. It's a fine place to simply be.
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