Valhall Awaits You

Long Way Home and its brood are at heart books about two best friends.  Despite the distance between them through much of the books their friendship is always at play, often at the forefront of their minds–insofar as they think (Red’s more of a doer).  I’ve always found that immutable and often ineffable camaraderie to be one of the simplest and most sublime pleasures in life.  Big words for something simple.  Speaking to the guys in the audience, you know the feeling you get when you’ve got a friend that’d walk through fire with you, that has your back.  That will swing in at the last moment and help you down that pitcher.

I seem to have a hard time keeping these friendships.  I’ve had about three, but life is good about getting in the way of them.  Yesterday I said goodbye to my housemate from Ohio.  He’s existed on my previous blog as Viking, as he has a penchant for mead, facial hair, violence, and mead.  As we speak he’s riding his wagon through the borders of Indiana, probably, on his way to a town we both love, and will hopefully have a valkryie waiting for him.  I wish him the best.  This song’s for you.

For a meager update: I’ve been holding off on a writing post because I’m waiting on some good news that hasn’t quite come through yet.  Will let you know soonest.

Wordcount is 25,130.  T-4 days until my first class.  Rereading Hemingway’s Islands in the Stream. One of my favorites.  Talk to you soon.