The glimpse

So this is what it is like to live alone: you turn on the radio, make espresso, have a bagel that was given to you by a very nice friend in another city who came 90 minutes to help you move.
You clean and you putter about imagining what you might put on the porch in the way of plants while you chuckle and guffaw to "Prairie Home Companion" then "Car Talk"... you make Jell-O and look forward to eating it while you watch a movie you got on Netflix.
You make a list of things you need for your upcoming trip to the UK while waiting for the heat to abate outside just enough that a walk about the neighborhood would not be totally uncomfortable in every way.
you put away your laundry and find yourself stopping to listen to an opera aria on PHC. You check your email and Facebook and notice that your friend in Nottingham has made a comment on something you wrote earlier about Anthony Bourdain and you get to thinking about travel which is something you have always done out of desperation and very very seldom out of pure desire, just for entertainment and soul searching.
My 'other brother' Tom called me earlier. I was stumped by the area code but when I heard his voice on the voice mail I was stunned. I have not talked to Tom in a very long time. I have not seen Tom in so long it breaks my heart.
Tom gave me much advice about Scotland and it seems that my plans are good ones, founded in good advice from people on twitter. It was good to get his nod.
Tom says that if "mom" wasn't in Kentucky he would go coach in Scotland , in a New York Minute. He loves it that much. He told me to start a travel journal and so I have thought of going to find a good one today at the mall. Also want to get some vitamins from GNC so I very well might venture to the dreaded dreaded mall.
Tom sounds so much like his sister C. in his speech patterns it always makes me think of the time I first laid eyes on Tom and "mom"...they were sitting on C's loft bed in her apartment in Richmond ... they were visiting C. and had stayed to observe the first reading of "The Nose". I remember young young Tom and younger mom up on the loft bed looking down at us and laughing often.
Tom is very busy as a coach and said something about his team being on NBC later tonight for something. I wish I had paid more attention to that but I don't know if I would actually watch ...
At any rate, it was good to talk to my 'other' brother and he does sound very well. He's been to Europe quite a few times and he loves it. I am sure he does. I bet I do too.