Waltz In Exile

We have moved a lot. Wait. That’s not the right place to start. I don’t know the right place to start, really. What’s the right way to write about something you spend so much time not talking about?

I have these hatboxes. No. They’re part of it, but not the beginning.

Yesterday was my little brother’s 27th birthday. Yes, it was. That’s just not all it was. I should explain. I should also tell you that I’ve been trying to write this blog post for 16 days now, so when I say “yesterday” I don’t really mean “yesterday.” AND, in some bizarro glitch just now, I accidentally deleted everything that finally poured out of me tonight to finish this post. So now it’s going to be in parts, because I don’t know if I can recreate all of it again. Also, I’m very disheartened, because I was sort of proud of it. And now it’s gone. But here’s the beginning. Or what I think is the beginning, anyway.

The only coffee we have left is this yummy “Saturday Blend” but I suspect that “Saturday Blend” is code for “ha, ha, we only put 1/2 the caffeine in here since you don’t have to do anything today but sit on your porch in a rocking chair like the people in the picture on the label, right?” I could probably check the label to see if I’m right about the lower caffeine content, but I’m predisposed to cynicism, so even if it said “super-extra-caffeine blend” I wouldn’t believe it. (more…)