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roadnotesThanksgiving morning: dark heavy scent of freshly brewed coffee, cold fingertips against the keyboard, creamy texture of coffee with whole milk and buckwheat honey full upon my tongue, Janis Ian's voice winding through the air, promising passion...
Our houseguest has gone off to morning Mass with the friends with whom we will be spending the day, having dinner. She is lovely, soft-voiced, all long straight hair and rounded body, and lucid thoughts clearly expressed: I am more glad than I can say that she chose to come and share the long weekend with us.
I'd spoken about her at work on Tuesday, before I left to go to the airport, and mentioned that I'd never met her in the flesh. "You're having someone you've never met over for six days, over Thanksgiving?" Disbelief, incomprehension in the voices -- but how could I explain that we've known each other through Usenet, that we discovered that we love one particular trilogy in the same tragic way, that we both passionately love the same man and have mutually agreed to work together to bring him, and each other, as much joy as possible, that we live in worlds that overlap enough that we want to work together to make them good? Could I possibly explain this, without having to explain everything else in my world?
No... I smiled, and said, "We know each other well enough."
And later, we will gather up the olives, and cashews, and salad fixings, and pick up a quart of heavy cream for whipping, and the pie, and go over to share the day, talking, singing, laughing, being with each other.
I like this world.
Our houseguest has gone off to morning Mass with the friends with whom we will be spending the day, having dinner. She is lovely, soft-voiced, all long straight hair and rounded body, and lucid thoughts clearly expressed: I am more glad than I can say that she chose to come and share the long weekend with us.
I'd spoken about her at work on Tuesday, before I left to go to the airport, and mentioned that I'd never met her in the flesh. "You're having someone you've never met over for six days, over Thanksgiving?" Disbelief, incomprehension in the voices -- but how could I explain that we've known each other through Usenet, that we discovered that we love one particular trilogy in the same tragic way, that we both passionately love the same man and have mutually agreed to work together to bring him, and each other, as much joy as possible, that we live in worlds that overlap enough that we want to work together to make them good? Could I possibly explain this, without having to explain everything else in my world?
No... I smiled, and said, "We know each other well enough."
And later, we will gather up the olives, and cashews, and salad fixings, and pick up a quart of heavy cream for whipping, and the pie, and go over to share the day, talking, singing, laughing, being with each other.
I like this world.
