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Why Today Was A Win

February 10, 2013

1. host-friends took me hiking in snowy wilderness preserve and helped me stay upright despite my hazardous “fake snowboots.” (DKNY, soles like sea glass, years-ago gift from california mom worried about cambridge winters.)

tottering along, i think of ani difranco:

when i look down
i just miss all the good stuff.
when i look up
i trip over things.

but i don’t mind looking down, concentrating on not falling. it’s a walking meditation, a game of balance punctuated by laughter, just as good a time as any.

 
2. after three days and four nights snowed in with them, host-friends are still not sick of me. he calls me “honey;” she shows me how to use a dip stick. they both teach me about art. their lovely house is full of tales; the soot of courage sticks to the walls. this couple is sharp and bright, with a base of warmth (like host-friend’s diced vidalia onions and cilantro on top of our paprika-and-pepper black bean stew).

this morning host-friend Dana lightly cursed her empty bottle of insulin (type 1 diabetic). brightly, as if on cue, Victor took the refrigerated reserve and warmed it in between his palms. “if it goes into your body cold, it hurts,” Dana tells me.

 
3. reading well-historicized analysis (a draft, a sapling) of revolutionary organizing methods, thoughtfully written in criticism and kindness. joyful joyful. makes me think hard; makes me grateful for people with whom to think and with whom to Do — people with whom to truly attempt. i read in my host-friends’ library nook, on a great lilypad of a chair.

 
4. weeks of dry, indoor-heated air have given me lips of eucalyptus bark. host-friend Dana gifted me a stick of raspberry balm from the amazing goodie basket that she keeps stocked in her guest room, but i was already so far gone that the stuff didn’t do much good. today, however, revealed a godsend tube of medicated blistex hidden between couch cushions.

 
5. brief moment of anonymous public crying, at a cafe. output salt of tears helps to balance input salt of delicious poutine (made vegetarian with butternut squash gravy). anonymous public crying makes me feel old and young at the same time.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. February 10, 2013 9:19 pm

    Katie, what a wonderful, funny, touching, humane, lovely post. It was a real treat to read.
    Oh, what I liked best was everything, thanks.

  2. February 11, 2013 5:17 pm

    thanks, roger. that means a lot because i feel a certain pressure (though not without genuine self-motivation) to communicate visually, through images or video, since those are the most powerful forms online, these days. stories are automatically more compelling with pictures. but i do love spending time just with words. i want to be so much better at it than i am, but i’m glad to hear you’re enjoying the reading. hope all’s well, and thanks again!

  3. Dana permalink
    February 12, 2013 8:33 am

    smile, you are welcome, always.

  4. February 14, 2013 9:10 pm

    someday i will find a way to pay you back!

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