Jiggity jig! Except not really.
Life, and the stuff of life, and the way that lives sometimes come to their conclusions — all these things have come together and will jointly keep me from doing much, if any, work this week. It is a week in which it turns out that, hey presto! Sometimes it’s good to be vastly underemployed.
It further turns out that being middle-aged is not all fun and games and reading good books and taking your kids to Disney World. Sometimes being middle-aged means finding yourself on the receiving end of heartbreaking phone calls that one could never have imagined two decades earlier; sometimes it just means that the bodies of those you love are falling into undignified decrepitude as rapidly as is your own. For me, this week, it also means surveying all that surrounds me every night when I go to sleep, and feeling an oceanic gratitude that I have so much of what too many have so little of.
I’m rambling, and this all sounds so vague and disjointed, in no small part because I’m writing from a hotel lobby in southwestern Wisconsin. This is where life brought me today. Tomorrow, it will bring me into the northern neighborhoods of Chicago; over the weekend, it will bring me back to Wisconsin, but to a different part. Unless I wind up back here, too. Shit happens, and right now, it’s happening all over my Middle West.
So this is a place-holder post. My hope is that I will post something a little more focused, with something akin to a point, tonight — but who can tell what the night will bring?
In the meantime, I will say this: Disney was a blast, and only in part because it was Disney. I am so lucky to be a part of my family.
I’ll be back as soon as I can.









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