I should have something to say, right? I can’t imagine anyone reading this. Hey, mom!
A month has gone by full of adventure. Not a minute of boredom.
We moved into an apartment in Malden. Lovely 1920s victorian, plenty of room. No AC.
I mention this last bit because apparently, despite all the “Are you ready for climate change” signs no one carries box fans year round in this part. The customer service departments of the area Lowes and Home Depots were befuddled by the request. Finally found one at a Target half an hour away, a single precious unit. Later we found someone in the community with a window unit. Just a few creature comforts us south/midwest’erners.
Moving a second time did give me the opportunity to examine how many books I had accumulated since moving north of the mason-dixie line. They all fit into a small bankers box. This next month we will see if the restraint was due to a lack of space in the old digs or something to a change in air pressure or something.
I’ve become skilled at fishmonging. Weird for a kid that disliked the cleaning of fish before a fry at grandma’s. I am not the best at monging, but certainly not the worst. And what is more, I still have all my fingers. Not to say there haven’t been close calls. The entire species of Spanish Makerel (Scomberomorus maculatus) seems to have it out for me.
I am certain of this: neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nothing already in existence and nothing still to come, nor any power, nor the heights nor the depths, nor any created thing whatever, wil be able to come between us and the love of God, known to us in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39 probably NRSV
For sometime now I have attempted to follow the Divine Hours, as arranged by Phyllis Tickle. Arranging one’s day around time’s of prayer and contemplation arose from the monastic tradition. Personally I have enjoyed the since of connection following such a daily pattern brings me. I am not alone. God is always present in worship. So are the great cloud of witnesses, those saints (not to say they weren’t sinners too) who continue to be with us. Today’s Midday scipture passage is an expanded portion of the above from Romans. The verse is of course better understood and felt within it’s context. But these two verses in particular are rather climactic.
There is nothing that will separate us from the love of God.
It is time we started to act accordingly.
Suddenly I had something to say. A sudden bright spark of personal insight needing articulation. Turned on the tablet, put fingers to the keys and suddenly nothing. The insight garbled, the something involved time travel, looking back at the last decade of my life through the lense of the last two months, and being too busy to put anything down.
Charles Yu’s How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe was the perfect book for the last two weeks. I had started the book a couple years back but put it down finding it too slow, too introspective for a guy in the middle of graduate school. At 26, I only looked forward, imagining all the future had in store for me. Soon I would earn my librarian’s cardigan and would be helping the world with their information needs.
Last few months not so much. At 31, I have become annoyingly introspective. Stuck, spinning my wheels, asking myself how much longer? This time, Charles Yu’s time travel metaphor resonated. The termporal paradoxes, time loops, whole universes made of grammar all spoke to me. Couldn’t put the story down til the end. Highly recommend it for any thirty year old science fiction nerds going through a third life crisis.
I can’t change the last decade of my life, it is what is. Would not be where I am, who I am, or have the opportunity to become what I will if not for before.