You get a little shell-shocked when the power goes out unexpectedly, and since power is as subtle and as necessary as breathing, when it stops, it is always unexpected. Therefore, it’s taken me a little while to again trust the powerful laptop I usually disappear into, wandering down long lanes of archaeological research, complete with color photos, or playing at movie fan sites packed with entire rooms full of like-minded chatterers, or just reading-reading-reading. Your trips into Computerland might vary, but they are probably just as mind-cradling.
So, hello again!
Just had a few magical days with my family. It was so much fun that I never for a second – not for a minute or even a passing thought – did I think to take a picture. We both carried our camera-phones with us constantly, and we each took a lot of photos … but they were mainly of mushrooms or moss. We sort of hiked in the rain, going uphill slowly and cutting a path through sweet but prickly raspberry tendrils. We found and freed a nice walking stick with a burly wood knot, and that was just one part of one day.
But the best part, for me, was gaining my daughter’s approval for many projects that seemed, on the surface, to be sort of stupid. But no! My own child is mother to the woman … and if that makes any sense to you, you might also understand how the child can be father to the man. Nonetheless, today I’ve started in on a number of new and exciting tasks, involving rotary blades and boiling wool and worse.
I haven’t seen my daughter in a while and she is coming for a visit today! She lives on the opposite coast, and even though we’re in almost constant electronic touch, it’s not the same. When she was the age in the photo, she liked to give everyone a kiss, so we turned her toward her Mom-Mom’s mirror and she gave herself a kiss and her Pop Pop snapped a photo.
I love Valentine’s Day! My birthday has been survived, mortality prod that it is. Flowers and hearts! Two of my favorite things. Love my computer and everything on it. Love my life and everything in it. So on and so forth.
I don’t know why I haven’t been writing, but maybe now I will. I probably needed a resting phase, like all green shoots nestled under a snow blanket outside. It’s a gathering phase, a healing pause. Guilt is everywhere, of course, just like dust. I have learned to live with dust, and I occasionally like to attack it with a can of Spanish furniture spray from the dollar store. In some places, maids have to bring their own cleaning supplies, and if it were me, I’d buy the cheapest products with the loudest scents so The Lady would know I truly did my job.
We all live in our own cosy worlds, little circles of light and activity, repeated round and round until fate steps in. There is a stinkbug on my lampshade, and I am uneasy.