Wednesday, December 07, 2011
My nephew messages me on Facebook that his father wants my phone number, so I should send it to my nephew. Huh? I already have my brother's home address, phone no, & his e mail. Demonstrates how much we're in touch. A peculiarity of my family. Back in my later adolescence, when I resisted participating in any family gatherings, or did so grudgingly, I assumed everyone else was kind of tight, that they communicated & visited & cared about each other like "normal" family. Later, I realized not only were they much like me, they were in some ways even worse. I became so aware of the distances, detachment & indifference that those became common themes in my poems.
Back from the mailbox. Was doing alright, bundled up & reasonably dry until I stepped into a puddle that appeared about an inch deep. Rain at 45°F.