Pinot-gram
Mar. 14th, 2004 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jere7my(I'm probably the only person who's read Cryptonomicon sufficiently recently to get the pun in my title, but hey.)
I was awakened this morning by an insistent knocking on my door. Whoever it was had gone by the time I dragged myself out of bed, but I found a note and a bottle of Pinot Noir sitting on the walkway outside. The note contained an apology, mostly sincere, from our downstairs neighbors for the noise they'd made partying last night; apparently Kendra had been driven to bang on the floor. It was a surprisingly...well, it was right neighborly of them, I suppose. Of course, I don't drink, and Kendra only rarely drinks, so we're not sure what to do with the bottle. And awakening me by banging on the door defeats the purpose, just a little. But still, nice.
I needed to wake up early anyway, to have lunch with Kendra's parents. Having been out of bed for under two hours, I wasn't prepared to do justice to the buffet at Raja Rani, but I had a nice selection, and all the chai I could drink. Mmm, chai. Kendra's (fairly traditional Mennonite) mother explained to us her philosophy of relationships, meant to reassure: more important than marriage and ceremony, she said, is commitment and forsaking others and, y'know, cleaving. We neglected to explain polyamory to her, and sighed quietly to ourselves. It was otherwise some pleasant conversation, despite their ongoingfascination obsession with the question of whether we live on Miller Avenue or Miller Street, but I think Kendra is somewhat relieved that they are no longer here to reassure her.
There is some 5K race happening downtown today; it was windy enough that the traffic barriers were being blown down, and two volunteers were attempting, Buster Keaton-like, to stand on the feet of three barriers.
I'm still quite tired, so I think I'll attempt a nap.
I'm still feeling far away, too—Wednesday marked eighteen months since I've seen our friend in Hawaii, I realized today, and she is probably the person I feel closest to and strongest for, bar Kendra. This is probably at the root of some of my melancholy this weekend. (Also, love of the word "melancholy." I am sometimes tempted to feel melancholy just so I can use the word to describe myself.) OFiH is recently boyfriended, and the effect this will have on our relationship is as yet unclear. Because of the distance and all. It'd be awful nice to sit down and be us for a while, you see?
And it's been two months since seeing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ceciliaregent and flammifera and Megan P-M and elysdir and anyone else I feel comfortable giving unrestrained hugs and snuggles to, bar Kendra. Lest y'all think your welcome faces were unappreciated during the holidays.
I was awakened this morning by an insistent knocking on my door. Whoever it was had gone by the time I dragged myself out of bed, but I found a note and a bottle of Pinot Noir sitting on the walkway outside. The note contained an apology, mostly sincere, from our downstairs neighbors for the noise they'd made partying last night; apparently Kendra had been driven to bang on the floor. It was a surprisingly...well, it was right neighborly of them, I suppose. Of course, I don't drink, and Kendra only rarely drinks, so we're not sure what to do with the bottle. And awakening me by banging on the door defeats the purpose, just a little. But still, nice.
I needed to wake up early anyway, to have lunch with Kendra's parents. Having been out of bed for under two hours, I wasn't prepared to do justice to the buffet at Raja Rani, but I had a nice selection, and all the chai I could drink. Mmm, chai. Kendra's (fairly traditional Mennonite) mother explained to us her philosophy of relationships, meant to reassure: more important than marriage and ceremony, she said, is commitment and forsaking others and, y'know, cleaving. We neglected to explain polyamory to her, and sighed quietly to ourselves. It was otherwise some pleasant conversation, despite their ongoing
There is some 5K race happening downtown today; it was windy enough that the traffic barriers were being blown down, and two volunteers were attempting, Buster Keaton-like, to stand on the feet of three barriers.
I'm still quite tired, so I think I'll attempt a nap.
I'm still feeling far away, too—Wednesday marked eighteen months since I've seen our friend in Hawaii, I realized today, and she is probably the person I feel closest to and strongest for, bar Kendra. This is probably at the root of some of my melancholy this weekend. (Also, love of the word "melancholy." I am sometimes tempted to feel melancholy just so I can use the word to describe myself.) OFiH is recently boyfriended, and the effect this will have on our relationship is as yet unclear. Because of the distance and all. It'd be awful nice to sit down and be us for a while, you see?
And it's been two months since seeing
ceciliaregent and flammifera and Megan P-M and elysdir and anyone else I feel comfortable giving unrestrained hugs and snuggles to, bar Kendra. Lest y'all think your welcome faces were unappreciated during the holidays.
