It's Never How You Think

When viewed from a distance, a major life-change (I speak of the Boy moving to San Francisco, not the Change—although both do produce hot flashes and heavy sweating) appears to be a discrete event, a flick of a switch.

Not so! There always seems to be a smearing effect. Smaller events that must occur ahead of the big event; smaller events after the big event that show up like aftershocks for weeks.

And then there are non-sequiturs (and nunsequiturs, but that's another fabulous story altogether) that knock you out of your usual orbit around coincidentally. I'm talking about Josh and Ryan.

The boys have been staying at my place for the last few weeks, on and off, mostly on. The house isn't all that well-suited to multiple people (unless in a couple). I'm not complaining, so much as apologizing. I wish the accommodations for them were better. They're in that tricky bootstrapping place, trying to get their lives started up in San Francisco, which is easier to do once you've got your life started in San Francisco.

Anyhow, it's been terrific having the boys here. It's telling to me that I don't miss my solitude, and provides an absolutely-not-needed corroboration to how splendid it's going to be to have LOML here all the time. All the fucking time (mix up the order of the words in that sentence...most of the combinations kinda work). It's more than just not-missing the solitude, though. I love having them here. I like knowing that I can help out. I just plain like THEM. It's comforting to know that we'll see them often even after they end up in their own place.

Life moves forward in lurches. Flux is a grand opportunity for betterment all around. Grab some happy.

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