A journalist observes life in the far north.
About 15 hours ago, I arrived back from a trip to northern Illinois to visit my family and to attend my 20-year class reunion. It was one of the best trips home in a long time. I saw tons of people—some who I haven’t laid eyes on in 20 years. I got to visit my aunt, who might be living on the streets were it not for the benevolence of the Catholic Church. I met with her social worker, a competent woman of about 50 who really seems to want to help. I visited twice with my dad, who told hilarious jokes and beamed with pride over Lucky. I even saw my sister and we had a warm connection.
I am home in time to help cover the election returns tonight because today is the municipal elections. I hope my brain, which is used to being in a different time zone, can keep working late into the night.
Alec leaves next week for a month-long climb in Nepal and the Bottle Washing Fairy will visit while he is gone.
Jade will have a third birthday soon.
Baby No. 2 is coming in January. The sex is going to be a surprise. So far, the names are likely to be Violet for a girl, unless I can convince Alec to change his mind about Naomi, and for a boy, Slate, which kind of sounds like a character in a Danielle Steel novel but Alec way digs it.
OK. That’s all I can mange for now. There is a stench coming from Jade’s diaper, and I should try to lie her down plus get a few winks for myself so I can survive the night.