The house is getting packed up around me. Time is so weird. Suddenly everything is blurry in motion, with Linda a whirlwind of activity, and me puttering around the fringes seeking ways to help without getting in the way. This is not the easiest time, but we are managing.
In the next weeks, I'll be spending a lot of alone time, doing a lot of dog-walking in probably ever more random places, taking a white-water kayak/canoe course, and then heading off somewhere more distant for some serious reflection. Communications will be spotty, something you're well used to if you've known me this last while.
We had a nice dinner party the other night. I am learning the virtues of slow-cookers. Even if some guests show up 40 minutes late- dinner's still warm, on the table, and ready for serving. My only regret is the three days in a row I insisted on this awesome white bean, cauliflower chile. Windows down, everybody!
Things are hard right now, but somewhere on the horizon- optimism, a sense that everything will be alright, and a hankering to get to it.
Next Friday at the Albion- The Gong Show. I love it.
