Triangles

Here I am, once again after a very long hiatus. Hello out there.

The problem I have this time around is that there is so much to say, that I’m not even sure where I should begin.  Hell, I have barely begun to process all that has happened.  Let me re-phrase that.  I have barely begun to process all the possibilities.

Kansas came for a Thanksgiving visit, as she has every year since our Northwestern re-location.  It’s a tradition, one that has our hearts swelling months before she arrives.  It’s like the best five day therapy session money can buy.  All this stuff just comes pouring out of the three of us every night after the squids are safe in bed and out of earshot.  Name an issue, almost any issue that damn near every human on the planet has in common.  Relationships, sex, kids, terrible childhoods, terrible parents, religion, education, work, stress, responsibility, etc…

We talk about all of it till 4am every morning.  Like I said, it’s damn good.

Jake and I fall into terrible patterns of silence at times.  That is quite possibly the worst feeling in the world.  The sad thing is that it is becoming more of a routine, that awful silence.  We both work 9-5 jobbie jobs, and the curse of that lifestyle is beginning to set in.  We are not those people.

So Kansas bounces into our lives just in the nick of time.  She gives us both a healthy dose of CPR, tells things like they are, sheds some much needed light on some very dark situations, and quite simply adds a new spice.  You must understand that about Kansas, that’s what she knows best.  She makes everything more savory.  She makes everything sweeter.  Sometimes she can add the sour, or the bitter.

Whatever she adds to the mix it’s always infused with passion, fire and love.

That’s why it’s always so delicious.