Monday, 13 August 2001 | Perspective

The thunder has come again to crack the sky open, the storm to play games with my light switch—disabling it, and then emulating it. Yesterday I watched a storm from below, my head down on the bed, up at the sky, with the silhouette of a dark cat in between. It was the most peaceful part of my weekend. The rest was over-stretched, though pleasant, meeting with old friends from high school who are mostly married and partly pregnant (it's about perspective and choices, not about age, I'm learning), meeting with another old friend on Sunday, and running errands and cleaning in between.

My car has A/C now, for the first time in years, which is an amenity I always said I didn't need but one that I've quickly grown accustomed to in the past two days. And I have new foreign chocolate in the refrigerator (no A/C in the kitchen), from a hungry trip to a gourmet grocery store. While there I couldn't resist buying a "Fancy Marshmallow," which is nothing more than a blue-colored marshmallow that's about 10 inches long and is wrapped in its own cellophane. (Again, it's about perspective and choices.)