The weekend

I moved out of the retreat this weekend and slept exactly one night in my bed before moving into a co-worker's house for another round of housesitting. I've slept in my share of other-people's-beds (when they weren't there, that is, sadly not so much the other way around) and I find that beds tend to hold the imprint of the person who generally sleeps there, unless it is a very new bed. This makes for uncomfortable sleeping for any interloper - which suddenly gives astounding clarity to the story of Goldilocks.

I also came into possession of a book this weekend that has had me giggling all weekend long - A Walk in the Woods, by Bill Bryson. It chronicles his experiences of hiking the Appalachian Trail, as well as lot's of interesting stuff about the history of the trail. I might have to seek out some of his other stuff when I'm done with this.

I did talk to my dad yesterday, as well. A good conversation, but I was saddened by how difficult it is, now, for him to articulate. Many of you know that he has had several strokes, and a bad fall, in the past year. This has resulted in disabling brain trauma, which has further resulted, not surprisingly, in anxiety and depression. My dad and I have a generally genial relationship these days, and I dearly prize the time that I get to spend with him. It is just really hard to hear him struggling.

And the strange event this weekend, I was parked in a parking lot between 3 SUVs and I was struck, anew, with how fucking huge those things are. They dwarfed my pretty sizeable Honda Civic. But what was even more surreal was that the Expedition parked to my right had an Eddie Bauer label on it. How much more pretentious can you get?! I had to call a friend to share.