PAX => Purple House

Well, I don't know exactly how to describe what happened and is happening up here in Seattle.

I woke up in plenty of time to catch my train back from PAX. With time, indeed, to sleep in another half hour or so which I gladly did. Except the half hour wasn't and I wake up just five minutes before my train is due to pull out from the station.

I went out on the porch and had a good sit down and think. I don't usually do that sort of thing: I'm very good about waking up when I "set" myself to, so what was this?

I had had the impression well before leaving that I might stay up here a bit longer than I intended. A sort of psychic emotional foreshadowing of the eventuality pervaded my preparations like a Lovecraftian miasma of the spirit.

And now here I was, "stuck" in Seattle, in a house that would not dismay a "crusty" street punk for fear of her not "keeping it real".

Basically, I see my job here as pouring out love and TLC and Reiki, and physical basic support of real food and hygiene. I find myself in the ironically amusing position of being the most "together" person in the house. I'm cooking meals, more than I ever did at home, and washing up and cleaning. I bought a mop!

I don't have the power to convert these guys against their wills to change and improve. But I don't have to, their hearts are sound, and they just need some care and a bit of good example.

I'll be posting here about things as they happen, and you can see all the pictures at the Flickr account.

Oh and Rodney's coming up to speed nicely with Django and Saad's learning HTML. Hurray!