MacZungu

Another classic night catching up with the old boys on Tuesday.  The nostalgia and memories simply brilliant, as have been the one-liners throughout.  Moments, returning, along with laughter.  Bears regret at Yankee stadium chance lost, wedding speeches and school days gone by.  Yensen's shirt from his time in Z still hanging in the closet.

Now into the sixth week in the basement at 207 Alexander, all the way to the virtual NFL draft.  Next month holds Mothers' Day and the Victoria Day weekend.  Will the SC make it into the water before the 41st?  I wonder.  I despair. 

"When your only reality is an illusion, then illusion is a reality." - The Clown from the Thaw, just after seeing the pitch rules barring them, of all things, ridiculously.  Time is a flat circle and it spins around again, up too late, rewatching episodes of Voyager, just like in the first year of law school on MacLean, among the rats.

Eventually, all vanishes, it is what is done in the interim that counts.  Plan for the free time when the virus has been conquered.  The slow reveal all around as important as the Johannesburg summit?  A summit of a different sort?  Mom's line about an Asian: soft, sweet, gentle.  Prophetic in a different sort of way.  Dad's memories lighting up, forgetting how he tells the story of Gordon Dennis everytime the old Howard Johnson is passed.  The trip with Grandad up the Washington Monument in 1964.

Thinking a lot about how we often do not realize the events/incidents that will be looked back on most fondly.  How often it is not as clear what it is like to live within the day, rather than looking back or forward.  After this, in what comes next, in the next chapter of life, wherever and whatever it is, make that the focus.

All the conspiratorial hints and cues...  Nix in Israel and the multiple jobs and freedom.  The exploration of meditation and off-grid as bookends.  The banker and the Jitterbug.  This time as an example of the freedom and ability to work abroad to set the stage.  It will work.  Trust in that, and the rest follows. 

Like the night the day, as the birthday boy might say.