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 Mason and Shawn walking towards the library
My family walking towards one of the Wesleyan Libraries (Mason's favorite,) Olin.

Today was not a day for the road. We did travel the very short distance from where we ended up staying last night (Metamoras, PA) to Middletown, CT, but it only took us a couple of hours. We arrived in plenty of time for Shawn to do some of her packing miracles to save Mason a bit of space in the storage unit that he and a couple of his friends rented together for the summer. But, otherwise, our job was to offer assistance and/or stay out of the way. We mostly did the latter, as it happened, as he and his colleagues had everything under control. Our big job was to make sure that all of the books Mason wanted to bring home would, in fact, fit in the car. (THAT was a challenge.)

The weather looks great in the photo, but it was warmish here and weirdly humid (ocean air???) 

The library pictured above, Olin, is where Mason has one of his two work study jobs, as circulation staff at their government records collection. He showed us the stacks and his private fiefdom of books deep in the bowels of the library (very cool, honestly.) His mother, the State Archivist of Minnesota, was well impressed. Me, I just love any place that smells of old books and red rot.

Tomorrow, we are going to have more fun adventures to post about as we will be doing the same again, only in reverse. Shawn picked up a few books about fun roadside sites at the Wesleyan Bookstore, so I'm going to be doing some extra reading tonight. We already have several stops planned and we are not intending to even try to leave this state tomorrow. This is, after all, a big chance for us to explore this state that Mason is making his home for the next three years. 

Hope you all are safe and dry! See you after more hours on the road tomorrow!
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 The view of Minnesota Lock and Dam #1 (Mississippi River) from the Minnehaha Dog Park.
Image: The view of Minnesota Lock and Dam #1 (Mississippi River) from the Minnehaha Dog Park.

I went walking with some friends of mine early Saturday morning at the Minnehaha Dog Park. Not having a dog myself, I had only ever been there as a visitor once or twice before. It's actually quite lovely, if you are cool with random doggos bounding up to you on occasion to check you out (which I more than am.) 

The sky-blue asters were blooming.
A flower growing on the banks of the Mississippi that I initially thought was a fleasbane, but is actually called sky-blue aster.
Image: A flower growing on the banks of the Mississippi that I initially thought was called fleabane, but is actually "sky-blue aster."

To be fair to me, fleabane is in the aster family, and t's kind of a shame that these aren't fleabane, because fleabane does (to some varying degree of efficacy, which is to say almost none) repel fleas. Obviously, whether or not it actually works, fleabane seems like the perfect flower/weed to encourage in a dog park, doesn't it?  But, these, I'm fairly certain, are actually sky-blue asters, so there you go. They were everywhere along the sandy banks of the Mississippi. One of the few natives in bloom in the dog park. 

Anyway, it was a lovely walk followed by donuts and coffee shared with new friends, whom Shawn and I met at a backyard concert held by the neighbors-across-the-street. Shawn declined to go on the hike with us, being far more "indoorsy.". She stayed home and finished up a few rugs on the loom. 

But, Shawn and I went for our own neighborhood stroll on Sunday. During the height of the heavy lockdown part of the pandemic, Shawn and I used to go on neighborhood walks in St. Paul regularly. I started photographing some of the cool architectural details / nifty houses that I came across, and I posted them on Facebook. I did the same on Sunday, which you can feel free to check out, if we are Facebook friends, otherwise I will simply share this one very TERRIFYING bit of sidewalk poetry that we came across. 

"She was steward
of the smallest things: pair of dead bees in the windowsill
Santa ring, cluster of elm seeds in their felted cells."

sidewalk poem

Shawn and I read this together silently and then I turned to Shawn and said, "IS SHE SATAN?? MAYBE A SERIAL KILLER??"

The weekend was otherwise quite lovely. I was stepping into a NPC role in my monthly RPG for a single session, so I spent an inordinate amount of time reviewing that character's interactions in the session logs so that I could do him justice. It was really valuable for a number of reasons, not the least of which I was reminded of "the story so far" much further back than I normally re-read since I wanted to follow him since his introduction. I can't speak for my fellow players, but I had an especially good time. It was kind of fun/illuminating to step into his point of view on all sorts of levels. 

We also got a chance to catch up with Mason on Saturday night for a brief Zoom call. He seems to be doing very well--getting involved in various clubs like the sustainable farm (run by a bunch of anarchists, apparently, who make every decision by consensus) and the Labor Socialists. So, you know, seeping in that bastion of left-wing politics, as required. :-) He's made several new friends, so I'm very proud of my extroverted introvert. Mason is the kind of introvert who isn't shy, per se, he just gets DONE with people after a certain amount of time and prefers to have is quiet time when he needs it by himself. He recharges alone, reading, etc. But, if pushed he can do public speaking, friend-making etc.  He told us that his strategy was to find a very extrovert friend who collected people and then he could hang out with all of the extrovert's friends and they would at least have her in common. Clever boy!

He also got a work study job in Wesleyan's library doing archival processing of government records, which is only funny because I have been an archival processor when I worked at the Minnesota Historical Society, and, of course, his mom/Shawn is the State Archivist of Minnesota who deals exclusively with government records. So, he knew all the lingo going in. 

So, that was gratifying to hear. He seems at least to be flapping furiously post being kicked out the nest and that is the very best one can hope for as a parent, IMHO.

The only other big news to report is that I've scheduled my COVID vaccine booster for next Monday. Once again, I must thank my fat ass for saving my ass. I would not qualify if the doctors didn't consider me obese. 
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 My nightmare... or the name of my son's interest house.
Image: My nightmare... AND the name of my son's interest house.

I wonder how many other Wesleyan parents saw this and had a chill run down their spine. I almost stood in front of it and screamed, "NOOOO! I have books due at the end of the year!!"

But, I decided to spare Mason my melodrama. 

I'm so adult. 

Also, it decided to rain buckets on us. Apparently, this was the tail end of Ida? I don't understand hurricanes, of course, being a Midwesterner. However, we did get quite wet moving things in. The dorm is actually pretty decent for what it is--a block building that has housed a lot of students over the years. Mason really lucked out, however, in that he got a corner room (he only shares one wall with another person) and he got one of the giant windows.  He'll have lots of natural light and air. 

Of course, the first thing we brought in and unpacked were his books.

Mason, proud, in front of his newly unpacked books
Image: Mason, proud, in front of his newly unpacked books. 

There were a bunch of activities that they wanted us parents to do after moving in, but the downpour made us change our minds. We did a little walking around campus, had the lunch provided us at the cafeteria, and then headed back to the hotel.

Wesleyan Library

We might have hung around, except that our car decided to make a very unpleasant grinding noise somewhere in Massachusetts a few days ago, and so I was anxious to see if we could find a repair shop. The sound started in the Catskills and so I was fairly concerned that we might be slipping our transmission or something EXPENSIVE. The guys at the shop were very New England and so I got along with them like a house on fire. We yelled good-naturally at each other for awhile and they took a look at the car and, a few hours later, we were back on the road. Ironically the part they replaced is guaranteed for 2,000 miles. WHICH IS ALMOST EXACTLY THE DISTANCE WE'VE TRAVELLED. So, you know, I guess it's not surprising we needed a new one? 

The only other stresser is, of course, the eldest. We got a call late at night last night because our cat sitter had not seen Piggy in 48 hours. I listed a few favorite hiding places and she was found, alive. I... was kind of surprised at that last part, since I'd had a dream in Madison (48 hours or so ago!) that Ms. Piggy had tapped at my side of the bed like she does to ask for a lift up.  In my dream state, I had the strongest impression of lifting her on to the hotel bed, telling Shawn that Piggy was with us, and then falling asleep (in my dream!) to the sound of her purrs. Just now, while we were eating Shawn felt a visit, too, another one of her signature tap-taps. I'll be surprised if she DOESN'T pass while we're away. 

I feel bad for our cat sitter, but I tried to explain on the phone that the reason the other cats weren't leading her to Piggy was because death isn't an emergency, or a sickness, or wrong. It's just what happens to old cats.  It's so hard not to think of death as a crisis, but it really isn't? It's natural? But, I also understand why the cat sitter would be beside herself, even though we were very clear in our email to her that we expected this to happen and even left instructions on what to do with the body, if she did. 

But, apparently, she's hanging on?

I'm not quite sure what to hope for--that she still be with us by the time we come back or that she just passes easily while we're away.  

We all had a good cry about her last night, at any rate. Even Mason, because he was still with us then. 

Now, now he's off beginning a new phase in his life.


walking to the future

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 Today we drove from Valparaiso, Indiana, to almost Buffalo, NY. Shawn took a picture in each state for us.  To be fair, they are almost indistinguishable from one another. 

We started the trip in Indiana....

The exciting Indiana Interstate
Image: The exciting Indiana Interstate

Then, we were in Ohio for what felt like FOREVER.
The exciting view of the Ohio Interstate
Image: The exciting view of the Ohio Interstate

We cut through a very short part of Pennsylvania, near Erie. Basically we were on I-90 the whole way.

The exciting view of the Pennsylvania Interstate
Image: The exciting view of the Pennsylvania Interstate

Then, finally, NEW YORK STATE....which is where we are now, just outside of Buffalo.

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Image: the exciting view of the New York Interstate

That's a lot of road, but we are almost there. Another six hours of driving tomorrow. 
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 I don't know if I hate the whole state of Indiana, but ValParasio has never, in all the years we have visited Shawn step mother here, grown on me.  

But, you know, after today, we probably won't be back. 

Ah, so our trip so far!  

Shawn did an amazing job packing up our car on Saturday morning. We then travelled only two and a half hours to LaCrosse, Wisconsin, to visit with my folks.  We had a lovely meal and chatted a bit and then headed to Madison, Wisconsin. We stayed at a hotel in Monona? It seemed to be a little suburbish neighborhood. There were sandhill cranes, just wandering around. I tried to get a nice shot of them, but they were easily spooked and my phone's telephoto is kind of crap. When Mason and I went off to find takeaway, we saw a woodchuck? It was a big boi rodent, at any rate, on someone's lawn. 

The next day, we drove through Chicago to ValParaiso, Indiana. Again, not a super long jag of this trip, but we figured that we might as well see Mason's grandparents as we take him off to university. We had a nice diner at Shawn's stepsister's place and got to see Grandma Margaret at her new nursing home digs as well as at Karen's. 

We are heading from here (IN) to Buffalo, New York. Wish us luck. It's going to be a long day--Google thinks seven hours, so we are expecting nine or ten. Once we're in Buffalo, we will zip down to Middletown, Connecticut for Mason's move-in day. Shawn and I are planning to check out the area a bit and then start the long trek back!

Hopefully, I will get better pictures than a blurry pair of sandhill cranes at some point!
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 I got up early this morning to take the car in for its check-up. We are T-2 days for launch. I just got the call and they are going to do their best to fix our air-conditioning. They already did an oil change and are replacing and rotating tires, and giving me new front brakes. The bill will be hefty and Shawn won't like it, but the car will definitely be road worthy after that. 

One of the reasons I picked this particular auto place--besides the recommendations from friends, of course--was because it's on a fairly easy bus/train line from me. Unfortunately, the bus runs straight down Snelling (out-of-town friends, just think major thoroughfare.) Normally, this makes the trip fast.  But, I kind of forgot that today is the first day of the Great Minnesota Super Spreader, aka the State Fair, which is right on Snelling.  The bus crawled almost as much as my skin, as I watched all those maskless people amassing. You can feel free to yell at me about how outdoor events are safer, but I will remind you that they could literally track the explosion of cases from Sturgis. And, like Sturgis, the main event might be outdoors, but there are going to be indoorish places to buy beer and food and I don't know? Are the craft barns open? I did see a giant pumpkin being delivered, so I can only imagine so.

A big enough viral load and we all get overwhelmed....

I mean, can I point fingers? Only if I remember that most of them are pointing back at me. We are choosing to travel across the country to deliver our child to a university. At least Wesleyan is requiring proof of vaccination and masks indoors. I have no idea how that works in a dorm, but I presume you just kind of have to have your floormates as a pod. I don't know. That's the crazy, risky part. We are trying to mitigate what we can. I'm grateful a booster is coming. And, selfishly, even though Mason is lucky enough to be one of those people who did FINE with distance learning, I would like him to have the in-person experience, particularly at the university level. 

The other thing that has me stressed is our eldest cat, Ms. Piggy. She's 21. Until a couple of days ago, however, you really would not know it. She's had the Katherine Hepburn head shake going on for some time, so you'd know she was OLD, but she could hop up and move around like a kitten. In the last couple of days, she's been having a lot of trouble moving.  She's still eating and drinking like a champ. She's been trying to make it to the box, but last night she just let loose on the floor next to the box right during dinner. We have a piddle pad? But, it's clear her hips are just not up to even the shallowest jump right now. 

We have cat sitter coming to live-in while we're away, which makes me feel somewhat better. This person has cared for Piggy before, but I am going to need to write an addendum pre-absolving the cat sitter of any guilt should Piggy pass while we're away. I mean, she's a tough old lady? But, did I mention that she's TWENTY-ONE??

Yeah. 

Mason is mostly packed. I feel pretty good about the amount he's bringing. Shawn joined the Wesleyan parents Facebook page and there are people trying to send PALLETTES of stuff. We also watched our across the street neighbor load up a U-Haul for his kid. We're going to have a stuffed trunk? But, that seems reasonable in comparison, I think. I mentioned that he's getting a single, so that's kind of nice. He can decorate however he wants. 

His best local friend showed up last night in her car and they went off for ice cream together. She's going to Seattle, and him to Middletown,. Connecticut. They're going to be an entire country apart. 

On the other hand, this is the big moment that parenting is all about as far as I'm concerned. His own life begins! I have to be honest, I have jettisoned a lot of my memories of high school. I had one friend that I still sometimes miss, but I attempted to visit her at her college during one of my breaks and... it was awful, partly because I came head to head with the fact that I had a massive crush on her and the fact that she was in a serious relationship with a guy just about broke me. I came out only a few months later. She ghosted me after that... and that was probably actually a reasonable response in retrospect. I was deeply hurt at the time, of course. She never goes back to high school reunions and neither do I. I mean, I went back to my five year? Mostly because I'm an asshole and wanted to come out to everyone. I brought Shawn. People didn't recognize me with my hair short and with no make-up. It was actually kind of fun. No regrets. 

So, I mean, for me, the friends I made in college were the ones that lasted? 

I hope its the same with Mason.
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 Willow, aka Void Cat, is writing my novel for me.
Image: Willow, aka Void Cat, is writing my novel for me.

The last few days here in St. Paul have been absolutely gorgeous. The temps have stayed below 80 F / 27 C and the humidity has been low. It's been windy enough that the smoke from the Canadian wildfires hasn't really choked us either. And have I been for a hike? No, I have not. I have barely left the house. 

To be fair, there has been a lot going on with Mason's imminent departure for college/university. Mason got notification of his housing and he lucked out, in my opinion, and got a pretty nifty place. He got slotted into a dorm that Wesleyan calls "Writers' Block."   You guys? This is like my personal dream home. The whole house is filled with other writers and they host all sorts of events like you would expect from lectures from visiting literature fellows and whatnot (there is some kind of on going "Distinguished Writers" series of lectures), but they also have things like READING CIRCLES, open mics, and BOOK SWAPS. And, you can do your own programming IN YOUR DORM ROOM. This is also a house that is full of upperclassmen as well as incoming freshmen. 

How f*cking cool is that???

I would have LITERALLY (in a figurative sense) murdered to live in a place like this... actually, I still might? Like, when the "if I had more money than god/had a million dollars" game comes up, I always imagine making a house into something like this. Honest to god.

So, I mean, even if Mason does have some trouble getting into the classes he wants (and he kind of has been having a bit of trouble because of Wesleyan's open curriculum -- the downside being if the class is cool, there are no restrictions on who can get into it,) he at least will have kind of an amazing living situation. DID I MEANTION READING CIRCLES AND BOOK SWAPS???

Shawn and I are also trying to organize this giant ass trip across the country loaded down with all of Mason's worldly possessions (including all the books he's going to want to swap!) in the back of our sad-a$$ junker car. We are trying to schedule in a sort of "farewell tour" of the grandparents, too, and I think that part is actually working out, but there will be at least one day where we're going to book it from Indiana to Buffalo, NY. 

And, of course, Shawn and I are planning to sob all the way home. 
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 So it begins....

Today my wife and I went to the bank to set up an account to pay for Mason's college. 

It's hard to believe we're here already. I remember once, years ago, when Mason was still in a stroller. I was getting really, really sick of strangers saying to me, "Cherish these days! They grow up so fast!" At the time, I remember smiling and nodding, but thinking "OMG, COULD THEY??" because it takes months before infants learn to SMILE. I found all the work with no smiles to be a lot. I mean, I knew it was worth it? But, I was really, really looking forward to now. When the little bundle would actually be interesting. 

It seems as soon as they are completely interesting, it's time for them to head off into the world. 

We'll be taking him to Connecticut at the end of this month. Shawn still hasn't determined the exact day we'll be leaving, because... I don't think she quite wants to deal with it?  Even though she's just as excited to see him off as I am. I mean, we'll miss him, but this is such a great time in a person's life. 

Anyway, that's what's been on my mind today.

You?

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 Today I went back to Augsburg University (was College, when I attended) to meet up with a lovely young person who is doing an oral history project about the queer history of my alma mater. I was a founding member of the very first GLBTQIA+ organization on campus, which we ever-so cleverly named BAGLS, Bisexual And Gay/Lesbian Services--yes, we left off the T. It was, to my memory not intentional malice?  I think we were just trying to have a silly excuse to serve bagels at our meetings?

But, the omission stands forever now as history for me to be ashamed of.

As a bonus, one of the other things I can be embarrassed forever about was how very little I remembered about anything involving the actual experience in that group. Like, seriously, I was on the ground floor, fighting the daily fights, and yet when the interviewer would ask me, "So, I see that your budget was slashed the second year after your formation. What was that about?" I was all: "?? We had a budget??" Them: "Ah, okay, so... there is a record of a hearing being held to defend the formation of your group. What do you remember from that?" Me: ...  .... ....  (internally: f*ck if I know!!)  "Uh, let me tell you about what I do remember..." (tells ribald story involving someone I dated.)

To be fair to me, that was over thirty years ago.

But, wow. I would call that an unmitigated disaster. If I were them, I'd be wondering why I bothered to get the fancy recording equipment out. 

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