It’s been a very long time since I posted (sorry about that), but the last month has been so busy on many fronts (including a visit to Cooperstown by President Obama) and Mission of Complex has taken a back seat.
On the Nate front, there have been some real joys (the arranging of up to three exhibits/shows for his strip mall art, arranging for a new aide and something else that I’ll keep to myself for now) and some real trouble spots. I’ve written before that Nate gets the occasional fever dreams that become real in his mind and points of obsessive freak outs. Lately, though, there seems to be no real cause for his daily, hourly, every minute, every second, mentioning of burning down or blowing up our house.
He says things in a way that, we think, is meant to calm him – “I guess I won’t burn the house down” (thanks Nate) or “Hope the house won’t blow up.” I had my own fears when we moved to this old house that the boiler would blow up a la The Shining (book, not movie). I kept those thoughts to myself and got the boiler replaced. Nate hasn’t read Stephen King, so it can’t be that.
Karen worries about it, me less so. I know Nate cares so much about his stuff that he’d never risk having them destroyed by his own hand. One day, he followed his burning/explosion remark with “We’ll move to Chicago one of these years.” It made me wonder whether he thinks that torching our Cooperstown house would automatically result in a move back to Illinois. Stanger conclusions have been drawn.
This unsettled period may be about Joey going off to college in August. When Robbie left for Brazil, Nate was similarly unsettled. We’ll see how it plays out. Until then, Nate has made it clear to himself to keep away from matches.