The Great Cosmic Ballet

Maybe "great" and "cosmic" together are redundant. It certainly seems so to me just now, but I'll leave it in there anyway. And it's probably not so cosmic either, because I have nothing at all to say about Mars coming by except that I saw it in Santa Fe, out on a sleeping bag in the backyard with LK while critters crawled over us excitedly and then again in Merion PA just a couple of nights ago, and like almost everything else in this comparison, the Santa Fe version was brighter, cleaner, and more vividly hued. I expect the "local" Mars view paled (ha!) in comparison because of smoggy foggy moisture and more ambient light from the city. Or maybe it was just that the last time I saw it I was snuggled with my honey under the stars, and this time it was me standing out in the driveway while Newton hung out at the screen door, wondering if he could somehow parlay this odd new development into a new meal opportunity between dinner and breakfast. Sadly, he never achieved this. He's probably forgotten all about it by now.

But I didn't come here to talk about Mars (although I found that there are plenty of the usual whackos out there who would probably pull their kids out of school in preparation for armageddon, if their kids were in school yet). I came to talk about the yin and yang of the good and the bad, and the balance that is sometimes achieved. Like, for instance, LK is coming home tonight!!! Yay! Hooray for me, well for us. Extra legs in the bed, says Newton, is a good thing. I tend to agree. And the trip was supposed to take her until tomorrow, but she made good time over the last few days, even though she was delayed because of emergency root canal and crown replacement things. Yuck. So in preparation for this joyous reunion, my hard drive decided to go south on me this morning. Bloody thing won't reboot. Kind of like having your brain in the freezer, although I am typing on my work backup brain so it's not critical. Now in the cosmic balance, the positive most assuredly outweighs the negative here (by like a factor of four million times the speed of stupid in the current presidential administration, just to pick a round number). Still, it's a curious quirk of my psychology that I'm inclined to view these events as related in more that temporal proximity. It's that old catholic thing, I guess. It's how I was indoctrinated. Strange to identify it that way and still fall victim to it occasionally.

Now I'll let you all in on a little secret, since LK will not read this before she comes home (she's been having online access problems while on the road -- say, maybe we need TWO new computers! How much fun will that be? If we did that [and we won't because it's impossible to justify the expense, even with the additional savings in our honeymoon costs, since we are flying to Italy for FREE]) I would definitely make one of those new additions a MAC-based OS. Yupper. Would love an iBook in the family. I'd love it like my own. We'd have to keep it in the box and set it down near the PC, so they could sniff each other and and acclimate before we could leave them alone in the same room all day. )

Stop me before I parenthetically-sub-sub-reference again...

As I was saying (hey, what's that?) the trick to tonight is going to be all the flowers and champagne and most of all the sparkly-clean house that will await my bride to be upon her return. See how easy that was to type out without a parenthesis? Sheesh. After 500+ miles of driving today alone, I think that's the absolute least I can do. And maybe I will have calmed down by then...Nah.

posted by MT at 12:20 PM |