Time Warp Fiber

First off, has the blog been slow for you? It's been taking ages to load on my end. Would you drop a line if it's not just me? I'll put Butthead on the case.

Secondly, apologies for the lack of photos. I left the wire that lets my camera talk to the 'puter in Butthead's computer bag, so it's at the Googleplex with him, no doubt getting high minded ideas from all the swankified wires that frequent that place. However, in the next few days I'll have pictures of spinning. That's right, I've dusted of the wheel and am making yarn again. And after that, maybe a few wedding photos.

Last weekend, Butthead and I took a bus, three trains, two planes and a van to get to Chattanooga, where his sister was getting married. We had a blast. The groomsmen were hysterical, a ton of fun to be around. There was lots of wine, laughing, dark chocolate, and everything went generally well. I had a kind of awkward place as (more-or-less)  sister-in-law to the bride, but it was gracefully handled and I felt very included. I think the in-laws are finally catching on to the idea that Butthead and I are no less in a marriage for the lack of papers. Rather than 'girlfriend' or significant other', they've switched to 'partner' and 'wife', which pleases me to no end. I met many of Butthead's big clan of a family, who are somewhat intimidating and all look alike. But it went fairly well. I think the wine had something to do with that. We finally had a chance to use some of that deteriorating ballroom dancing skill. It was a beautiful wedding with very few hitches. Kudos to MIL and SIL for doing a bang-up job.

On another note, it was a little strange to go back to the South. I think we've established that I was never really at home there, despite having lived in NC for five years. The culture was just so alien to me, I always felt like I was just learning the language and blundering every third word. Our fall return to Winston, all of four months, was not without its high points (I'm looking in your direction, Kim) but it was never a place I could imagine staying. Going back to the southeast put into perspective how comfortable Silicon valley has become. I'm clearly still a newbie, with a lot to learn, but there's something about the easy-going attitude that feels right to me. Business formal means actually putting on socks, and I hear more languages in the grocery store than I did in the airport in NC. I don't have to hesitate to out myself or bash on the neocon regime, although those are hards habits to break after years of toeing the line. While it's certainly not perfect (i could do without the train station crazies), it's home.  That is something I wish for you, o hypothetical reader, that you find someplace that feels like home, on your own terms.