Just a few days until Seattle, where I will perform the wedding ceremony of Josh and September, and then tool around the city with Jon. How I love performing wedding ceremonies, and how I love Seattle! I am as excited as a really exhausted yet excited Halsted can be.
Exhausted indeed. My dad and stepmom’s visit went splendidly, but it took a lot out of me. We ate extremely well and did a lot of walking and then there’s the whole emotional stress aspect we need not get into right now. Needless to say, they adore the MSG, just like I knew they would, and he liked them, just like I knew he would. His presence throughout made things much easier on me, and his help was the best birthday gift I could have expected.
Other than the ‘87 Mondavi Reserve cabernet he gave me, of course. I mean, damn.
Every time I got an email or a phone call or a gift in the mail around my birthday time this year, I had a moment of dream-touching-life, where I realized that I am living the life I had always wanted, surrounded by impossibly good people. Those moments … so sweet, so yearned for. So mine. Thank you for thinking of me, and for letting me know you are thinking of me. I endeavor to be that thoughtful.
I’m in pieces over a lot of little things, and I feel like a prickly pear cactus with lots of purple flowers and one big fucking insomniac’s headache. But I have a very clean apartment right now, a snoring cat, and a bunch of birthday memories. I’ll slip my hand into sleep’s and we’ll go that way soon. And maybe sleep will tell me how the muckerfuth I ever lived without a scrolly mouse.
Artless, where are you? Is it true you’re in town? Send up a signal.
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