and I had a sweet, sweet weekend with our friends F and T. We were hoping to get together with Craig and Jane and Emily and a bunch of other folks, but we got caught very much in a timewarp at F & T’s, and the days just seemed to flow away from us in happy and pleasant ways. F taught me a new game called Fire and Ice which I proved to be fairly good at, and I started to be able to beat him every third or fourth game or so. He offered to show me some strategy around playing, but I feel it’s a good idea to play a game thirty or forty times before you get caught up in strategic considerations.
I also persuaded him to let me help him set up his yurt. He’d already assembled the roof frame, to which we added the canvas and plastic sheeting. He and I and his associate Peter put up the walls on Saturday. Then on Sunday we assembled the two major pieces together — the roof with its canvas, and the walls. The tension band of his yurt is actually integral with the roof, and there’s no central ring — the poles of the roof actually join into each other in a circular fashion, rather than into a central ring. It’s a nice design.
We’d hoped to hear from but apparently some cellular difficulties on our end and the timewarp, and some uncertain difficulties on her end (we hope you’re ok) prevented real communication. We’re sorry.
On the way home, and I were pretty tired, but at one point, I opened my mouth to say something and then shut it. saw me do it and asked what was up. I said, “I was about to suggest we go to my place tonight so I can feed the cat, but then I realized we didn’t have to do that.” I didn’t cry, but it was a sad, sad moment for me. was very comforting.
We wound up staying at my place anyway, and I drove her into Boston today, since her car was at work where I picked her up on Friday. Shopping at Whole Foods for dinner stuff, a visit to the bank, and then dropping her off at work, it seemed all so ordinary, as if we’d been doing these sorts of errands together forever. In the car between stops, we talked about one of the most serious issues in our relationship, and tried to get a handle on them. We’re moving forward, as likes to say. Not great leaps forward at high risk, but low-risk baby steps. We’re making progress, and it feels good.