Sea Level
The onset of winter brings on meditation, reflection. Time to consider and evaluate. A state of mind not an event.
Simple Symphony
The morning was clear, crisp, and white. Unusual for rain sodden Oregon in January. It was too cold to actually snow; rather, a fine, almost invisible, mist of ice particles drifted like fog. The ground was getting whiter, a blinding glare that seemed to absorb sound. A cold white silence. Age adds layers of experience.…
Moving Slow
We are moving slowly as time and health allow. Rest and naps take priority and often happen on the spur of the moment. We do not have a timeline for finishing the move. I’m not sure we have a definition of what finishing looks like. Someone said that packing boxes become furniture after a time.…
Breathing Interrupted
Breathing Interrupted It has been a few days since we got the furniture delivered, and the unpacking of boxes begun as part of stage three of the move. The move was a real test of our energy levels, so we had to back off and work more slowly. Even so our energy dwindled. A “canned”…
In Between
In between. We are in between things right now – to use the vernacular. We’ve moved out of our home for the last 30 some years and are squatting in an apartment while we wait for our new home to be finished. We should be ready to move in about 6 weeks. We’ve moved in…
I’m old not pregnant
I’m a grandfather. With two kids, four grandkids and fifteen years teaching in middle school, where women outnumber men 6 to 1, I know about pregnancy and how it changes diet and behavior. It’s a lot like getting old. I stop walking in the store to catch my breath, people give me the “bless your…
You and Me
A high, thin layer of cloud backlit by sun. Cherry, dogwood, magnolia blooming. Summer sneaking in behind a mild spring. Children playing after supper time, a sure sign of a new season. Summer. The old house is nearly ready for the move next Monday. Lyd is gone for hours at a time finishing the sorting…
Clearing the pipes
We had not had rain for two days. Yesterday the sky was starkly blue. Today it is a high, pale gray. And then it lowered and began to rain persistently. A week ago, the sky was pouring, the backyard a small lake beneath the pine. It is spring in Oregon and the weather a daily…
Gift
It was a cold, pure day. No clouds, just a high pale blue dome and a brilliant sun in it. The winter drear traded for the sharp bright relief of a false spring. We were going to the beach. It was our first “just for the heck of it” trip since before the pandemic. Our…
A new first time
It has been raining daily. Rain is the norm for January. Little piles of leaves, raked by my neighbors, locate the drain at the end of the drive. Neighbors do this without being asked and because it is the right thing to do. We say hi or how are you when we see each other.…
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