A’s wedding was short and very sweet. It was good to see that side of the family again. I see most of them about once every five years, so we’re barely more than strangers. But there’s some sense of kinship reinforced by contact over the entirety of my life, even if that contact is sparse.
The wedding was two weeks ago, and I’ve been holding off on mentioning it until I get some pictures uploaded. (Photo sorting and uploading can take me an awfully long time, with three cameras and three photo sites, and some photos only appropriate for some sites…)
Also, it was in Portland, so of course there was a Powell’s trip. I’ve bought probably a couple dozen books over the course of the past six weeks, and I’m about a quarter of the way through them. It’s nice to be reading again. Perpetually dipping into other worlds gives me some protection from this one, from the crass and mundane, the billboards and glitter. Then again, I also feel as if I’m living in a bit of a fog. But it’s a nice fog.
This weekend was largely friends and games. And now I am eating a pickle. How can I complain?
