I was surprised tonight by the sudden clatter of a brief hail storm rattling my apartment while doing the taxes: not quite the sound I half-remember from the last hail storm I heard, which was probably that on the roof of my 304 N. 3rd St. home in Oregon, Illinois, which puts it back some years. The biggest piece we found outside afterward was about the circumference of a quarter. Maybe a touch larger. In the middle of the taxes I also received a sweet musical care package from drea, who remains too cool for words.
Crazy pace yesterday-today, which for me have been more-or-less one reality. After the Augustine De Trinitate seminar yesterday, I was shopping over at Collectors Edge on the East Side and got to chatting a few hours with the manager, Diane, with whom I've gotten to be friends with over the last year. This isn't terribly unusual anymore, to the point where I apologize if I only swing in very quickly to make purchases. That lead us down the Comet for dinner and more talk, and then to picking up her husband Matt from his work and them inviting me over to their place for wine and more talk. This was particularly cool as I'd only met Matt briefly before, and he comfortably folded me into conversation about the 1920s American literature he was reading as though he just completely trusted Diane's judgment that I was worth talking to. But we arrived at their Milwaukee Bungalow home only to discover that they had no wine, which lead to my apartment where there was wine (and more talk). This went into the wee hours of the morning until Diane was nodding off and Matt and I were chattering away quite happily. I finally saw them off and grabbed some Webb food in order to try to de-tipsify. So I was stuck in a combination of wine-woozy and wired until around dawn when I tried to go to bed, only to have so many random phone calls, deliveries and people Just Dropping By that I didn't get to sleep last night until around 2pm this afternoon, and that only for a nap of a few hours. In the midst of that sleep-deprivation, I bought my first piece of original art (by Phil Jimenez) from a dealer in New York, which takes care of most of my federal return. (I'm so lucky I'm not married 'cause I can imagine I'd be in a lot of trouble.) And here I am at 4am because of taxes and laundry. I had to cancel on going to a Tenebrae service tonight at the much talked-about-but-still-unseen St. Josephat's Basilica with Dan and Amy because I just knew I had too much to do with my screwed-up schedule.
Serendipity. Dinner plans Tuesday with Julie Riederer wiped out only to have two important conversations take its place for which I would have been unavailable had I not been at home. Have you ever had a kind of incredible set of things come together in the Best Way Possible? If it was serendipitous coincidence, it's really cool. If it was actually grace, then I feel really bad that God sent some angel to muck up Julie's friend's car to work my schedule out. So after that, as it was beginning to seem that even when things were wrong on the surface everything was really working out best for me, I was then finally putting together the last piece of the chest of drawers I've been building for these weeks and found that the holes had been drilled one centimeter off where they ought to have been and that I had to order a replacement part. So that brought the universe back in balance, sad to say, and my chest of drawers is (currently) missing its big drawer.
Unfortunately, while I could have left town for the Easter holiday on Wednesday and have been enjoying family right now, I only recently realized that I had totally been suckered into making a dentist appointment for Good Friday, and I don't think I can delay this one since I might have actually cracked a molar in the last few weeks. But I'll head off to Madison this evening and be with family for the weekend, including being able to leap into the mad world of my 4- and 2-year-old nieces. Good stuff.