First, I’m happy to report that Barky is doing better with just the anti-inflammatories, according to Mama’s latest report. He started antibiotics today, just in time for Mama to hand him off to our neighbor, who will get to clean up any of the side effects, should they come up. Or out.
Apparently, he even got up on S.S. Bed, which is what a friend dubbed our 7-foot high monstrosity. It’s comfy and all, but seriously, I’m still not sure what benefits a 5 1/2 foot tall mattress has over a regular height mattress, other than that when I’m 63, I’ll be able to fall off of it and snap my pelvis.
That’s also good news for 3B, who got a pretty mean barking to when he was driving his cars up over the haunch of Mount Barky yesterday. 3B burst out crying, and Mama did her best to explain, but he was still pretty upset. Fortunately, these things pass pretty quickly.
And this week has passed pretty quickly too, even though it seems to drag. All of a sudden, tomorrow is Thursday, Mama and 3B fly out the day after that and I see them the day after that. Oh yeah, I also see Brother #2 and Sisters #1 & 2 then as well. Oh yeah, and all the nieces and nephews. Oh yeah, and aunts, uncles and cousins. But I still can’t wait to see Mama and 3B.
It’s been nice to be back in my hometown, and it’s been a week full of strange thoughts about place–why do we like certain places? familiarity? memories? inherent qualities of the location? or some overlaying of all those and other factors?
And what is familiar? a memory? Every day, I have woken up in the house I grew up in, eaten breakfast as my father did, gone to the train station as my father did, ridden into the same city my father did, and walked to work in a building my father worked in. It’s all so familiar, it almost feels like I’m remembering it, and yet I’ve never done it before. And he hasn’t done it for over 20 years. And the city’s not even the same place any more, so are there inherent qualities that are triggering this feeling?
Perhaps it comes from the fog, which is a constant presence here, flying and sitting, illuminating us through reflected radiance and dimming the world into shades of slate, chilling everything and burning off, an ephemeral constant.