Mary came to North Carolina for Memorial Day weekend, to stay with me, meet Rajeev and see me perform in two improv shows, which both went incredibly well - the first involved a party of screaming eight-year-olds, and the second involved chugging Jolt and doing push-ups on stage! (I won because I did yoga-style push-ups, which are much more ergonomic.)
On Sunday morning we went to Pittsboro for a brunch of eggs, bacon and Weaver Street croissants. I was quite surprised to see that Dad and Donny had packed up most of the apartment already! I thought that, when Dad said they'd be moving into Melleray by month's end, he was just being dramatic and/or optimistic. But no! They have moved out entirely now; Monday was their first night on the land. Dad said he was acutely aware of the eighteen-wheelers on the highway and the donkeys braying a mile away, but finally got some good sleep.
Mary was musing a lot about moving to Brooklyn. She and Mark are headed up there to look at apartments later this month, and will move in July. She said that, now that the wheels are turning, she feels restless - like she can't stay still; has to pack, has to move! Dad remarked that she was what his old thesis advisor Stuart Henry called "journey-prowed" - pointed firmly forward, towards the future, toward new waters.
We're all setting out, in big or little ways, really. I'm headed to Brooklyn with Rajeev tomorrow, for a fun road trip; Julie is headed to Miami for a getaway with her girlfriends; and Clare is back from Benin, but prepping for a busy summer, in the cycle of creative frenzy and creative rest that seems to mark an artist's life.
Smooth sailing, everyone :)
