Boston Is Definitely My Kinda Town

It’s 4.24 am as I begin this entry. I’m sitting in the Ontario (California; you have no idea how many times I’ve been asked for my passport when trying to fly here) airport, availing myself of the free wi-fi, feeling mighty blessed, the hour notwithstanding. Back in January, after the ritual end-of-year counting of blessings, I listed my fondest hopes for the new year. Chiefest among those hopes was getting R. home from London, and keeping him with me for a while.

With a few interruptions, I managed to do that. Until this morning. Today, as I sit in the airport waiting to fly to Vermont for a workshop, he’s tooling up the 15, headed on his own coast-hopping adventure. For a year.

Given the almost-year we had together, though, I can’t complain much. My stress level has been awfully high for much of it, but the joy of having him around made it all bearable.

My blessings extend beyond that, however; I’d hoped, in January, to put the old project to bed this year, and while that outcome is hardly written in stone as yet, I feel somewhat safe in acknowledging that the manuscript is, once again, with outside readers, and that the editor I’m working with is an absolute dream, willing to take a chance on something that seems a little weird. Which is all I’ve ever hoped for.

I’ve also managed to find clarity on my new projects, and though it’s been impossible to get anything done on them of late, I’ve got the possibility of an imminent leave to keep me focused and calm.

As I said in January, though, my most important hope was “to find myself, this time next year, in a world substantively more peaceful, and in a country substantively more compassionate, than the one I find myself in today.” For that, I’m still hopeful, and hope that you are, too. In a year in which the Red Sox can pull it off, I think the rest of us stand a pretty good chance.

2 thoughts on “Boston Is Definitely My Kinda Town

  1. Kathleen, I don’t know how you measure compassion. I do know that from the outside of your country I observe a degree of civility as the November election draws near and political polarization can slide into demonizing the opposition and descent into quelling dissent. In part I attribute the tone to the civil society recreated by bloggers both left and right leaning. And I mean recreated in the sense that the unpaid labour in the domestic sphere contributes to the well being of citizens and communities. It is as if a million fish bowls have bloomed. You’ve influenced lurkers. I don’t mean in terms of how the will vote but how they will treat each other regardless of how they vote. If freedom begins in dignity … o blather all i mean to say is kudos, you can be proud of yourselves.

  2. Francois, first off, thanks for your comment. I’m not sure we deserve any kudos yet — or perhaps that’s just superstition on my part, holding my breath to see if the world really maybe can become a better place next week. But I know my life has been made better, both by the connections I’ve made out here in bloggerland and by the at least partial satisfaction of my desperate need to communicate some small subset of the chaos in my brain. I needed to make something. I needed it to be made of words. And I needed SOMEBODY to read it. And all of this — the technotinkering, the new friends and colleagues, and the ability to publish small snippets of thought and then let them go drifting on toward their inevitable obsolescence — all of this has made my world better.

    There’s a milestone in all of this, as well, which is what’s making me take a turn toward the elegiac: your comment, Francois, is number 1000. So yes: let a million fishbowls bloom, and let a thousand conversations begin therein.

    Thanks. To all of you.

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