Sunday at Ohayocon was mostly about goodbyes. Â I had met a few new people and there were a smattering of “I’ll keep in touch”-es which is a rare case where my cynicism doesn’t take over. Â When people say “we’ll talk later” I take them at their word and then reach out when they don’t start the conversational ball rolling. Â I suppose in the end they’re still right. Â A gaggle of us went to an indoor market and I had hot soup followed by four desserts consumed one at a time as a chocolatier and I debated the finer points of tempering technique.
It was quite cold out and after lunch I decided to flat out run back to the car that was parked about 15 blocks away. Â On the run to the car I joined up with a group of jogging co-eds and they commended me for running in my work clothes. Â This would be the last time I got to run before having surgery.
Suzie and I eventually pulled ourselves away from the convention and made our way to Chicago where we would stay with half of a couple with which we were friends. Â They were separated with an impending divorce and entering the condo felt strange. Â We were met by a dog instead of two cats, three people lived there instead of two, and the name of the cohabitants had changed. Â The view was the same, the dishwasher was just as loud, and the freezer tray still needed to be repaired. Â I didn’t expect to be comforted by the sameness of the place as opposed to the sameness of the people. Â We stayed up late talking that evening, because that’s what we do. Â The sun started rising over Lake Michigan and we had seen dawn in Chicago again.