Okay, okay, I guess 15 comments is enough. I’m still alive. Speaking of weddings, the date is set for ours on
There are four minutes to go until the end of my birthday. I was born at our time last night 37 years ago, so I’ve really had the opportunity to milk this one. E took me to see Borat and eat some wonderful Indian food. Then we got home and a surprise party was waiting for me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a surprise party before. It almost brought tears to my eyes. I am a very fortunate man. To see all these people who already mean something to me, and to realize it’s only been a year, is quite a powerful experience.
I’ve never really had a lot of people around me I could truly call friends. And now, I see them sprouting about the place, and I see yet another dimension to
The house is sealed. We have a woodstove (potbelly for my fellow Australians) burning downstairs and a door as well. We have been living in this house now for a few months. The top floor – where we sleep, where I am now, listening to Parliament on Pandora (thanks Lee) – is on its way. Six of the eight walls are painted, and internal walls still look a while away – we don’t even really know where we’d put them yet. Most of the electrical sockets are functioning. The lighting still needs to be sorted out a bit, and it’s not a deficit of it that’s a problem. Downstairs, the floor is gravel, water comes in and doesn’t go anywhere from there, and the frame is up for the bathroom wall. We’re working on that.
I’m also working on a rock staircase. I’m really learning to love rocks. About a year and a half ago in
And that is not my concern. The script writes itself, and I will be the rock or the wind or the leaf; I will be the husband and stepfather; I could be the father too; I could be a lot of things; I have already been a lot of things. I am this now, and it looks and feels more like a rock than it ever did before.