Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Seven
I needed the extra time and space.
Stack logs. Search for lighter. Start a fire.
How, after a rain, everything glimmers. Everything is sharper, clearer, more defined.
Almost there.
I start to think about worst-case scenario and then walk myself back to reality.
Two weeks down. 4 more to go.
More tri-tip. No one is complaining.
Do you root for the local team or for the upset?
They are asking questions that surprise me and delight me. I try to hide my excitement.
Decisions to be made.
Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Six
Rain and more rain.
I beat the crowd. A box of assorted pastries. A few English muffins for good measure.
Coffee on the sofa thinking about all of the reading I need to get done. Thank goodness I finished my paper.
Why?
Rain and sun and rain and sun. People who don’t know where they’re going.
Not at all what I was expecting.
Firewood fairy.
The quiet in the center of the storm.
Races in the rain.
I won the raffle!
Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Five
This morning is better than yesterday.
I have to take a break helping him to make sure everyone else is awake.
Preparation.
New plans need to be made.
Here comes the rain again.
Candles lit. Clouds gray. House quiet.
This weekend: switch their rooms so that he is on the main level and won’t be tempted to use the stairs on his own.
More water.
Off-menu-local-type things.
“But I feel primed for success.”
Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Four
Is it the coffee? I already know the answer.
I rub my eyes and say that it’s just early. I am being patient.
They point to two trees that will need to come down. They are tall, maybe 30 or 40 feet and so big there is no way I can wrap my arms around them.
I wonder what got that bird. I follow the trail of feathers.
A butterfly. And another. Three butterflies. One butterfly smushed against the asphalt.
I sit in the car and watch a handful of them throwing a ball around in the field. I’d rather he be here than at home sitting. The fresh air does everybody some good.
A good day to take a walk.
I’m a fast writer, but I need to be faster today.
I want a good meal, so I decide we’ll have risotto with salmon. More creamed spinach since it’s the only way to get them to eat it. It is worth the 30 minutes of stirring. And I timed it perfectly so that everything on the plate is still warm. It’s the little things on days like these.
Just a little more time. Please.
Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Three
Forgot to meditate.
Thick fog. Thicker than yesterday. Loud birds. Louder than yesterday.
Finally got the oat milk to foam.
She’s wearing my jeans again.
I didn’t even see her, but she apologizes to me. She thought it was her car. She looks confused. I am just listening to everyone else on the call, wishing I had picked a different part of the parking lot to sit in because I am covered in sunlight and starting to sweat.
He shows me a picture of the image, and you can see a chunk of bone that’s separated from the head of the humerus. No driving. No traveling. No using the hand on that arm at all, they say.
I eat my lunch and think that I should be more stressed out about this than I am.
I had forgotten how good some of the lines are in the song: “Cause it's a hindrance to my health / if I'm a stranger to myself.”
I might need that month off after all.
I should have taken my walk today.