The women of the family arrived safely, albeit somewhat shaken up by the 50-mph gusts that buffeted their descending airplane. We’ve settled back into an utterly familiar family ambiance, and all is swell. Pippa had hardly gotten into the car before she was cutting loose with improvised song and hearty laughter. I found myself wondering how I’d gotten by while her absence had muted my world.
It’s great to be able to hold Margaret’s hand, or give her a hug — but I realized this afternoon how much I’d missed just bantering with her, relishing absurdities and sharpening ideas in cooperative tandem. We’ve done a little of that via IM, but the constraints of IM damp the vitality and spontaneity of the conversation. Plus, I can’t see her eyes sparkle.
DRMA: Expect Your Miracle by the Clark Sisters; Mysterious Ways by U2; How To Be Dumb by Elvis Costello; Bye And Bye by Bob Dylan.
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