Notes from the Road

Notes from the Road May 25, 2016

Well, we haven’t perished. So there’s that.
And the children are their usual fractious selves.

We’ve listened to an awful lot of Pirate Christian Radio.
More than I would have believed possible.
Counterbalanced against all that pure doctrine and exposition, the children have indulged in the gentle idolatry of “calling” various portions of the cosmos.
“I call New York.”
“I call Texas.”
“I call America.”
“Well, then I call the seas and skies and land.”
“Well, then, I call The Whole World.”
“I call time.”
“I’ll share New York with you if you share America.”
“No. I don’t wanna share, I call infinity.”
Meanwhile, Matt has been bitterly fussing with the non-working air conditioning.
It’s hard for me to feel bad, although I’ve tried to be sympathetic. I love being too hot.
I love the sticky, relaxing haze of being too hot and sweating everywhere.
It’s really the single thing I most regret about living in the US–the fact of having to always be too cold.
It’s too cold all winter. And when the temperature finally comes up to a decent point,
everyone, in frantic anxiety, cranks up the AC so that it might as well be winter.
I have as many sweaters in my bag as I have anything else.
Because Texans don’t want to be any warmer than New Yorkers.
Today we will reach our destination, God being provident and giving more grace.
If not, well, let’s not think about that.image


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