December 23, 2013

December 23rd has always been one of my favorite days. Church yesterday, thinking myself in unusually clear voice. Neighborhood party at the house right across from mine over the alley. Nice, nice people. The house decorated like a magazine. After about half an hour I realized how deeply, broadly, permanently I am alienated from standard suburban couple culture. Hung out with the household kid, a student at AP State, with whom I had something in common. His brother used to shy baseballs against the cottage. Drank diet coke at a hysterical rate.