I spent most of the weekend with my sister, showing her the area of Londres I live in. It happened to be a sociable weekend, so she met many of my friends. Among many things I like about my sister is that she reminds me I can click with people in the absence of some of my usual crutches for social interaction: discussion of politics, books, and other inanimate or abstract forms. We have things in common that other people do not; some of it is simply about a way of interacting.
We went to a birthday party last night. It was a relaxed atmosphere, and in a beautiful garden. We stood around the fire, listened to music, ate good food. To me however the night had a sad edge to it, for there were many people there who could once work together but no longer can. The personal interaction at the party was good, but politically it didn’t offer much hope.
The sun made an unexpected appearance this afternoon. I spent as much time in it as possible, then my sister left for the Last Beach Resort, a place which I would never choose to live in. Then, despite the sun, I had to retreat to my room to do research for a project I am considering doing. Which reminded me that I enjoy research. On Friday I saw the Rebel Teacher, who was encouraging about my project. We talked too about many other things; it’s always good to be with an ally. Social life itself is a resort, even when, or perhaps especially when, working together is hard.