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Bunting of Ember
Nov. 27th, 2018 09:14 pmBack. We landed shortly before midnight, after some delays, and had a nice ride with a cabbie who was a very good driver and made interesting conversation about the pros and cons of weather. The roads were pretty clear, but our driver said it had been horrendous earlier in the day. I had been anxious about leaving my house plants for a whole week, but they survived with the help of my contrivances.
The first thing I did was cancel my therapy appointment. What on earth was I thinking to imagine I'd be out of here by nine am after a seven hour transit? ugh. Actually, I was up and showered, but realized that our driveway hadn't been cleared, the car was frozen into a block of ice under six inches of snow, and the street plough had left the usual ridge at the end of the drive. I think it made my therapist grumpy, but I can't help it. After shoveling out, I figured I was all suited up anyway, so I might as well go to the store and then I could have tea with something other than four-year-old evaporated milk in it. Once I finished that, I was pretty much at the end of my accomplishments for the day. Except for reading an essay the Former Student has written about my father and trying to compose an appropriate note in reply, in the midst of sad thoughts about history and its discontents, both public and personal.
I was incensed when the saved mail was delivered, and it included a package from the Arbor Day Foundation. I was beguiled by their fundraiser way back in the summer time, and donated ten dollars to help them reforest the world. They promised to send me, as a bonus, a variety of pretty trees suitable to my habitat, for reforesting my own area. I've been wondering all through the fall where they were. NOW they send them?? NOW when the ground is frozen under six inches of snow? PEOPLE--IT IS FREAKING NOVEMBER IN MICHIGAN. Now is not the time to plant trees. I feel bad because all those poor little trees can do now is die, die, die. I can't help them. Wouldn't you think people from the Arbor Day Foundation would be aware of this? Sigh.
When I started to write this, I went to look up the day name. The recent full moon should move us out of Leave and into Shadow, I thought. Imagine my surprise when I found that Shadow already happened back in October. I've been blithely proceeding with the wrong dates, and it is in fact Ember already. My poor brain.
We've actually been having a wonderful time for the past few days, and perhaps I'll write some catch-up about the good things. I suppose it's just as well to have something to be mad about, so I won't think so much about missing my kids.
The first thing I did was cancel my therapy appointment. What on earth was I thinking to imagine I'd be out of here by nine am after a seven hour transit? ugh. Actually, I was up and showered, but realized that our driveway hadn't been cleared, the car was frozen into a block of ice under six inches of snow, and the street plough had left the usual ridge at the end of the drive. I think it made my therapist grumpy, but I can't help it. After shoveling out, I figured I was all suited up anyway, so I might as well go to the store and then I could have tea with something other than four-year-old evaporated milk in it. Once I finished that, I was pretty much at the end of my accomplishments for the day. Except for reading an essay the Former Student has written about my father and trying to compose an appropriate note in reply, in the midst of sad thoughts about history and its discontents, both public and personal.
I was incensed when the saved mail was delivered, and it included a package from the Arbor Day Foundation. I was beguiled by their fundraiser way back in the summer time, and donated ten dollars to help them reforest the world. They promised to send me, as a bonus, a variety of pretty trees suitable to my habitat, for reforesting my own area. I've been wondering all through the fall where they were. NOW they send them?? NOW when the ground is frozen under six inches of snow? PEOPLE--IT IS FREAKING NOVEMBER IN MICHIGAN. Now is not the time to plant trees. I feel bad because all those poor little trees can do now is die, die, die. I can't help them. Wouldn't you think people from the Arbor Day Foundation would be aware of this? Sigh.
When I started to write this, I went to look up the day name. The recent full moon should move us out of Leave and into Shadow, I thought. Imagine my surprise when I found that Shadow already happened back in October. I've been blithely proceeding with the wrong dates, and it is in fact Ember already. My poor brain.
We've actually been having a wonderful time for the past few days, and perhaps I'll write some catch-up about the good things. I suppose it's just as well to have something to be mad about, so I won't think so much about missing my kids.
