I made an unexpected trip home this weekend. My parents are now empty nesters and I do not recall a time when I was here alone with my mom and dad like this. It’s nice. It’s also quiet in a melancholy sort of way.
So naturally, when they went out to an auction this morning, I slept in, brewed some Obsidian, did a photo shoot in the morning grey, then turned on John Coltrane and Norah Jones to fill the silence. Her new album mingles neatly with Coltrane’s hits.
And what a lovely respite from yesterday’s exhausting, sexually exploitive news.
But since we already knew the extent to which that man was demented, the thing that came as an even greater surprise was when, this morning, I called all of the sports bars in Alexandria to ask about airing the Patriots game tomorrow. Only one person refrained from laughing at me. Not one place intends to air the game. Bastards.