Blog-azic

Winnipeg was unlike I’d ever seen. Maybe because of repeated visits (this my fourth), maybe because of nostalgia, I found myself seeing more in this trip. So many murals, patient trees, people bundled for the weather (which was mild). I walked one evening to a Safeway grocery (against advice from a customer-colleague) in an aging neighborhood. I distinctly felt like a foreigner, like the cashier and I were speaking different languages, like I felt in Mexico City. Most nights, I ate a quiet, deliberate dinner at Stella’s at Plug In, a hip restaurant near my hotel, while reading a thick biography of Dr. King, musing about duality - not good and bad necessarily, but inner and outer selves, being great and being average, being remembered and being forgotten. The last night, I lay in bed feeling anxious and defeated, having been reminded by a conversation with my trainee that I gave up on the hardest (networking) test I’ve ever taken. Then today I thought, “I’ve found my limit, and

I’m bound for Winnipeg, the fourth and maybe last time to support a long project I’ve been assigned. It’s a dirty and cold city full of elms, tall with up stretched arms and down turned finger (spooky looking at night). These past months have past by very peacefully, and I haven’t had the strong urge to blog through it. Though I would like to save some memories before the end of the year. I spent the morning with Adella. We laid on the futon in her room for a while, looking at the oak trees out the window, talking about the bells, laughing at Benji, wiping up drool. I’m sure there will be a time when such unabashed affection will only be a memory. Susan let me alone with her the other night, and I handled all the night wakings. Certainly a tiring event, but also it feels good to be so needed by her. Susan’s folks were visiting last week. It did feel good to have them, and I think it’s very good for Adella. We need to get back to Ohio. Maybe Cincinnati. Yesterday, w