Home again from the holidays, and it’s never felt so good. My last weekend in Missouri brought terrible weather– ice storms and snow. I delayed my trip back one day to wait for the worst to be over. As it was, the trip turned out to be disastrous. What should have been a three hour plane trip turned into a thirty hour ordeal of being stranded in Chicago’s O’Hare airport with the runways paralyzed with a blizzard. 19 below zero. Sadie and I slept in the terminal on the floor. I had left for vacation in a certain state of despair. The constant pressure of work, the basic barrenness of my emotional world, my lack of direction, the seeming impossibility of getting out of debt. My week in Missouri, however, provided me with a better perspective on my life and world here in Washington. So very much is right with my life that it’s wrong for me to harp so incessantly on the parts that I would have otherwise. Chippy and Wendy and I have a very secure environment here in our house– and it is very wrong to not be aware of that and appreciate that. My job, however lacking in career satisfaction for me, is, nonetheless, a good environment for me. Washington has enough elements to keep me interested in it as a city even after 10 years of living here. Oh, still, I long for romance and drama and some basic lifelong sense of security. I would love to be married and in love.
January 6th, 1979
January 6th, 1979
January 6th, 1979
Home again from the holidays, and it’s never felt so good. My last weekend in Missouri brought terrible weather– ice storms and snow. I delayed my trip back one day to wait for the worst to be over. As it was, the trip turned out to be disastrous. What should have been a three hour plane trip turned into a thirty hour ordeal of being stranded in Chicago’s O’Hare airport with the runways paralyzed with a blizzard. 19 below zero. Sadie and I slept in the terminal on the floor. I had left for vacation in a certain state of despair. The constant pressure of work, the basic barrenness of my emotional world, my lack of direction, the seeming impossibility of getting out of debt. My week in Missouri, however, provided me with a better perspective on my life and world here in Washington. So very much is right with my life that it’s wrong for me to harp so incessantly on the parts that I would have otherwise. Chippy and Wendy and I have a very secure environment here in our house– and it is very wrong to not be aware of that and appreciate that. My job, however lacking in career satisfaction for me, is, nonetheless, a good environment for me. Washington has enough elements to keep me interested in it as a city even after 10 years of living here. Oh, still, I long for romance and drama and some basic lifelong sense of security. I would love to be married and in love.