While M’s in Japan (Part 1 of...)
Housecleaning isn’t as much fun when the person you share the house with is in a timezone that is 18 hours away. Plus 18, is that the same as -6? Except for the dateline, then it’d have to be “-6 but add a day.” Which makes the plus eighteen seem so much clearer, except it’s double the number we can normally handle. (Isn’t 8 the magic upper-limit for us non-numerate people? I must ask M, who’s amazingly numerate...) There’s a new kayak out there for me, I’ve christened her “Rowan” with the help of an extremely witty friend. We shall share that this summer when she returns. Perhaps Calhoun first: it’s a remarkably fun lake, and it would be nice to purge the old memories there by adding a new one. She’s expressed interest in learning to ride a motorcycle, to my eternal gratitude. I will try to get us together for her to take the written, to get her learner’s for motos, and me to change my address of record. Then it’s off to school for her to complete it. And then in July, we’ll depart a perfectly functional airplane together, something I swore I’d never do. If one was wondering, she is the only person I’d do this for and with. Now if I can get on with a million little things to make niceties.