The Mother Lode
Sunny day again here – N called this morning to talk about UNO and the rearrangement of offices etc – it’s all a constant shifting universe around here – the new normal. She and the Snake have decided to paint the tub red – and so I look forward to my first bath at the camp when the addition is done.
S came by last night for dinner and we had a long heart to heart about our life – our good marriage that fell off a cliff – and why – he called this morning and told me something that I waited fifteen years to hear. And again I believe that through chaos comes clarity. And right now I’m thankful to have had those 15 years. He said he found a chart I put together for our 10th wedding anniversary = the milestones of our life together. I remember the chart and what became readily apparent is for two people who love travel as much as we do, we travelled little for personal pleasure and a lot for work – having made our careers priorities. After a time it would be good to do another milestone chart and see if in connecting the dots things are lining up as I would like them to do.
Leaving for San Francisco Wednesday for meetings and some personal business to take care of – it will be go go go but surrounded again by people I want to see even if I am not thrilled to be in SF nor care if I ever went there again. But I’ll bring my running shoes and run along the Embarcadero and steal from it the good things and forget about the bad. I just hope their weather is equal to this wonderful weather we’ve been having here.
Went by the LaLa to leave copies of the drawings for K – opened the shutters in the kitchen and saw light streaming in and felt as if perhaps when it is all done, it will be a home, and I will be happy there. When the plywood comes off the front windows and the front doors are back on – it will be a portal to the bayou that has become a symbol of renewal and hope with the return of the pelicans, herons, egrets and even the stubborn nutria that paddles around. I spied small fish jumping out of the water last night – wonder where all the fat old timers have gone?
A writer for the Picayune who comes to play date said there are several agencies addressing the Katrina dogs and he is writing an article about it soon. The SPCA has still not reopened here but apparently the one on the west bank is fully functioning. If I can build some cages in the back of Blue I will happily take a bunch with me when we have to evacuate again.
L has been busy lately with all sorts of goings on. K called out of the blue with loving words. He doesn’t have the dogs and so I felt okay missing playdate this morning. Too tired to go anyway after two sleepless nights.