Life as a Spore

Well here we are truly inside the nutshell now. No keys, no job, no home, no car. Living out of various suitcases in various locations as we make our way slowly to Tallahassee. We spent a bit over a week with my parents in Louisville, now we're in Casper with Sunshine's mom for Emily's wedding.

Lazarus loved my parents house, and particularly the outside. He spend many happy hours exploring the neighborhood and discovering all sorts of exciting things. He's particularly fascinated by mailboxes right now. We didn't really have mailboxes in London, usually just a slot in the door. But here in the US mailboxes are the norm. Plus they have numbers on them. Very, very exciting. When he woke up in the morning he'd go to the window and sing out the window to the parents mailbox. Up here in Casper he's done less exploring of the mailboxes, but he's made a game out of picking strawberries out of Grandma's garden. (At first real ones, and then quickly thereafter plastic ones, as they're considerably less messy!)

It's been very hot though, high 90's and 100's and we're all melting. At least up here in Casper there's some air conditioning, though even that hasn't been able to keep up with the triple digit temperatures. Ah well, just a part of the road to Tallahassee I suppose. Hopefully the gulf heat won't do us in.

My concentration's gone to hell in the past month or two though. It's difficult to maintain any sort of routine while traveling, particularly when we're staying with others and moving about quite a bit. So my sitting and my writing practices have been pretty neglected. Indeed, it's been just about all we can do to keep caught up on Doctor Who, the one weekly routine we seem to have managed to keep fairly regular. In any case, I've been missing these routines, so I think I'm going to try and make a bit more of an effort to keep at them. My contemplative brain has been a bit foggy of late, and I need to clear it out again. Time to try and be a bit more thoughtful.

It's interesting how easy it is to live without thinking. It's shockingly easy to just muddle along in a fog and not really notice life. I've been asleep, and it's very different to realize you're asleep. The sleep metaphor is a decent one too. Becoming aware really does feel rather like waking up. So I feel a bit groggy like waking up after snoozing in bed all morning.

Time to be aware.

Laz is awake.

Time to be a daddy. An awake daddy.