The other night I accidentally went to the Granta on quiz night. I didn’t play but could not resist whispering answers to the strangers at the table next to me as they did not know basic facts such as the last name of the Angie immortalized in the Rolling Stones song, or how many members formed Sister Sledge.
My primary talent is the acquisition of trivial knowledge.
Spring is filling up – a teenage visitor arrives from Seattle any day. Rachel will be back in town for awhile, Marisa will be here in early March. Jeffrey might visit after that, and Gordon has asked if I’ll be around immediately after. Eli is talking about stopping by on her way to perform in Vienna. Byron Number One will be in the country on and off throughout the spring and summer.
There is a wedding to attend in New Jersey in April, assorted literary events to look forward to, and the possibility of the west coast in June. I’ll be in Berlin for part of July, and then there is the big question of where to spend the rest of the summer – Seattle? SF? NYC?
I’ve resorted to carrying a calendar around with me – for the first time since I walked away from my career in government.