My home is on a sloping alley in a relatively quiet neighborhood. The apartment building across the street is always home to a few students (who's faces change with the semesters) and a couple of spunky old ladies, and now Billy Matheny. Dee and I meet lots of people at the laundromat down the street, students and teachers' families from all over the world (a diversity we never would have encountered if we'd stayed in C-burg).
The rituals of my life revolve around home and work, raising a smart happy kid and maintaining a solid marriage. If I ever get beyond these things and find myself with some spare time, I write about all of it in a journal (have tried to get into the whole blog phenomenon, but I can't do it. I just love paper and pens way too much). I spend a lot of time "doing my work" (when I ask my 3 year old "What are you doing?" she always answers "Doing my work!") and while I'm physically engaged in making bread, or tidying up, I ponder the nature of humanity and the universe (OK, sometimes I do wonder what I'd do if we won the lottery). And I've come to a few conclusions that work for me. These "truths" have been evolving since I began wondering what was up (sometime in my early childhood), and as new things come up in my life, they seem to either fit into my framework or change it.
