Homing Devices

Back safely.  Such a journey, seamlessly conducted once again by Ethiopian in this mad world obsessed by viruses and variants.  Is there a way to know whether I have the disease, or ever picked it up, other than to wait.  The irony of finding patience when it is not the strongest quality, learning to share in a marriage by easing into it, one month on and two months off as part of these crazy times.

We look to Willard to write the letter of support for the TRV.  We look to random internet service companies to provide police clearances and translations.  This story of the process of (re)unification, and how you overcome the frames of colonial and sexist reference - the reorientation of life and mind.

I’m home, and during these quarantines it really feels this way.  But the space also - always - had and has an unfinished air about it.  There is one to change that, to add the motivation to spend and live.  Had we waited for the travel advisory to lift, all would have been lost.  Instead, the memories are spectacular and long-lasting and assured.  How soon can she arrive?  We shall see.  Bless us with favourable news on that front too.