Sunday, July 11, 2010
5 AM. Alone in the house, Michael having left sometime like 11 or so last night. So now, back into harness, after a very enjoyable interlude. How much is it worth, having friends? Can anything match it? All right guys, speaking of friends —
Waiting for a question, eh? I sort of thought you had stuff queued up.
Let’s talk about avatars, then, and missions, and possibilities.
Oh sure, let’s take off our clothes and dance in the public fountains, too.
At some point you have to jump or not jump. Is there a better time than now, with Michael scarcely out the door?
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
4 AM. Going to bed ever earlier, anticipating this exchange, and getting up earlier as well. I’ll lap the day if I’m not careful.
So we’re a long way before daylight, and the fruit stand is open early. Who and why?
Nothing. All right, let’s talk, papa. What is the rule, here? Sometimes I can scarcely get a word in and somebody’s off and running. Other times, as now, there’s a blankness, a waiting for me to decide what to broach.
Your question contains your answer. That is what’s going on, a gradual transfer of the initiative. And that’s worth a few words.
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