We pick up our roots like a hoop skirt, rush over to some other comfortable location and plunk them down for a while, but we're only comfortable once settled into the chair, the hoops demurely flattened and the ruffles fluffed. Rotating thus among the warm hearths of my friends in Europe conflicted the creeper in me, but not enough to set me creeping. Change came suddenly and dramatically when news of my father's death reached me. I've already told some of these stories and there are more to tell, but for now I'll say that the news sent me to the Arizona desert where for two months I consoled my mother and thought about stuff. No, not the kind you put in an 8X7X7 locker, the other kind.
Deserts are good places to think about that kind of stuff.
Like the dessert itself, we strip ourselves of all but the essentials. My little press agency is coming along slowly. It will happen in time. I have the name and the phone. I am working on the stationary, bank account etc.