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Sep. 30th, 2008 11:06 pmI don't have anything in particular that I want to write about. I just want to write. Maggie seems to be settling in at UCSC. I worry that our J-town pictures got lost in the mail. Sad.
Tom's a father. Liam Edward Duffy (great name!), born 7 lbs.-even at 10:32 (?) on Friday 26 September 2008. He's beautiful. I'm happy for Tom. Someday, Jesse and I will be ready to take that step. It's okay to take our time. I have to say that because sometimes I want to rush. I want to be happy like Tom is happy.
I keep saying it, but I think it bears repeating: Life is life. When you first get somewhere, it's unfamiliar. But you get used to it, and eventually forget that there was a time when it was alien. The landscape becomes tangible, in a way it wasn't before--your ind can grasp it, put you in it.
I miss a sense of autumn. Dry leaves, cold wind, that smell. I miss that smell of September-October, how it fades into November darkening and crystallizing for December, so the whole world unfolds like a magic land, lights winking at a looming moon.
(People are arriving for class. More later).
Tom's a father. Liam Edward Duffy (great name!), born 7 lbs.-even at 10:32 (?) on Friday 26 September 2008. He's beautiful. I'm happy for Tom. Someday, Jesse and I will be ready to take that step. It's okay to take our time. I have to say that because sometimes I want to rush. I want to be happy like Tom is happy.
I keep saying it, but I think it bears repeating: Life is life. When you first get somewhere, it's unfamiliar. But you get used to it, and eventually forget that there was a time when it was alien. The landscape becomes tangible, in a way it wasn't before--your ind can grasp it, put you in it.
I miss a sense of autumn. Dry leaves, cold wind, that smell. I miss that smell of September-October, how it fades into November darkening and crystallizing for December, so the whole world unfolds like a magic land, lights winking at a looming moon.
(People are arriving for class. More later).
