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July 20, 1997 9:59PM EST The room is silent, except for the occasional clink of a fork. The silence is neither companionable nor hostile. It is merely the silence of people who have only just enough energey left to eat their food without speaking. I turn from the computer for a moment and Winnie smiles at me over a forkful of veggie-burger and broccoli. Sabs doesn't move, completey engrossed in his book, he's barely touched his food. He'd said he wasn't very hungry, but I know he'll be hungry later, so I made him a plate anyway. The leftover Chinese food is dry, almost sand-like when bitten into. Some of it still tastes good, the rest is just tummy-filler so that I don't wake up in the middle of the night craving food. We had excellent Indian food on Friday night when we got to Sabs' folks' house. They took us out to "A Taste of India" whose saffron chicken, poori bread and mango lassis were quite excellent. Sabs also highly enjoyed his curry and a rose lassi which I tried but did not like -- too sweet. The evening at their house was pleasant, not fraught with stress. I didn't sleep well despite being very tired. Up in the morning to have croissants and tea for breakfast is the usual at their house. I always look forward to having breakfast with them. Sabs and I both got hair cuts. The hairdresser shaved off a large amount of his hair leaving it very short for the summer except for on top. She gave him a Sting haircut, it spikes up on top and is flat and close against his head on the sides. For me she put in some layering to thin out the back of my hair and lighten up the load back there so it isn't quite so heavy. I was fairly pleased with the cut though still uncertain about the layering effect. The visit to my parents' house went fairly well. Dad was full of advice, as usual, I had a nice, if brief chat with my brothers, mother and a longer chat with my friend Shana who was visiting in the area. We rented two movies. Watched one with Shana and the other this afternoon before leaving. Swingers was funny in a weird way. We weren't sure if we liked it at first, but it did make us laugh. Mother Night was serious, well-acted, but a bit muddy and very sad. My brain is already asleep though my fingers keep moving. The road passed by so quickly and yet so slowly as we drove down 202 to Route 1 and then picked up 95 just outside Baltimore. A jam-up in the harbor tunnel put Sabs in a less than cheerful frame of mind briefly, but the Baltimore-Washington Parkway was free of traffic and we did in fact make it home mostly, by 8pm. Winnie was asleep on the couch after spending a very busy few days in Chicago. the overall atmosphere here now is one of fatigue and listlessness. None of us wants to do the things that we need to do. The general consensus seems to be "Oh leave it til tomorrow". I'm pretty sure my grandmother would have some appropriate adage to say about that but I'm too tired to think of it right now. My usual sites seem to be rather quiet tonight as well, but I'm probably just grafting my own impressions onto the semi-mute characters and images on the screen. They present only their facts. I'm just seeing them through the narrow lens of fatigue and mild boredom. I think I'll call it a night and see if I can come up with a creative thought tomorrow. |