Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Just Thinking.....

It's pretty amazing how cozy the internet and blogging can become, isn't it? I never thought I'd say it, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Back in the Saddle?

My optimism may be back. I am as tired and depleted as I can ever remember--as tired as my short stint running a restaurant--but the last four days have been calm. Nothing has unraveled, days are feeling normal, and things are actually looking up.
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So here's a long overdue update, beginning where the holidays ended, finally with a hopeful slant:



Kindness has followed jb and me throughout too many surgeries, impairments, surprises, and crisises. Our good friends decorated our house for the holidays. Red Mojo strung our Christmas lights, brought us Ben and Jerry's ice cream, plowed our driveway. And for the last three months and especially last month, we've had groceries delivered, chores completed, errands run, dinners cooked. Unbelievable.



During this strange time, I've slipped in and out of many blogs, sometimes leaving a quick comment and often too weary or depressed to say anything. Still, a few blogs, especially, served to consistently ground me in a comforting reliable way. So here's my sincere thank you and recognition to kind Anon, Melissa, and Ces for cheering me up no-matter-what.


This is a good sign. A few days ago this Amaryllis bloomed. It is so cool to watch this plant start as a big round bulb and sprout inch after inch until it is almost two feet high and ready to reveal these incredible flowers. Across the miles my best friend (you may know who) and I have been tracking the growth of this miracle. It's hard to be depressed under such circumstances.


It's winter. The snow has been on the ground now for months. It doesn't play well with crutches. But...man, is it beautiful......

Oh, here he is yet again: Mr. Ryan. I look at this photo and remember that even the toughest times will not last--and certainly not without a fight.

Yesterday was the first time in TWO MONTHS that we have had a fire. Normally I built several a week, but I have been too weary. So the quiet event of sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace is another sign that things are improving.


Give me Peet's coffee (Major Dickinson blend) anytime and I'll feel better. Every morning for the past few months I have started my day this way, if only for five minutes before the approaching sound of a walker, crutch or cane stepped into my solitude....

jb is almost three weeks past a total knee replacement. In a weak moment she's allowed me to post this picture. She is still on crutches and will be for some time. I won't tell you about the 911 call in the early morning last week, but overall, she is improving each day. And today she bought herself an Apple iPhone, which is very cool and very exciting.
And, after multiple complications and challenges, my Mother will be moving to a wonderful rest home next week. It is a grand place where she will have freedom, activity and support, 3 miles from us--and here at # 9 our old routine will hopefully return. Oh: except that I will be returning to work in early March. More on that soon enough....

Here they are in the back hall: Cathy, Lily, and the Ukulele kids. All I have to say is: Comforting.


And since I'm feeling optimistic, how about these artistic truffles?

And finally, will there be a day of pampered relaxation in my future? Well, not with black toenail polish, but the spray looks interesting.....,


Thanks for hanging in with me. Hopefully I'll be chatting away again soon enough.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Swish...


Here's an award I'll be giving out once I catch my breath. There are several qualities I greatly admire, and kindness is at the top of the list. So is grace under pressure. And so is a genuine and unique sense of humor.
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I and my poetry are headed to a manuscript conference this weekend--face-to-face meetings and mentoring from publishers and editors. I have mixed feelings about going at this crazy time, but it's an important step for my writing and jb's best friend is coming to help out here at the #9 Ranch.
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Have a good weekend, all. Thanks so much for your support and encouragement. It really helps. I've discovered that once one gets depleted, it's no small feat to recharge. Oh, that reminds me of another quality I admire: patience. And guts. And wanderlust.....

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Complicated...

"Care more than others think wise.
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Risk more than others think safe.
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Dream more than others think practical.
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Expect more than others think possible."
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Howard Schultz
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I read this quote tonight on Jimmy James' blog and it seemed to land on my shoulder. I like that I approach life this way, but does it also make me unwise, unsafe, impractical, unrealistic?
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Often I am unfamiliar with Middle Ground. Sometimes I knowingly take a turn to the right or left before I get to Middle Ground. I believe in abundance and I can easily imagine overcoming odds and distance. I don't trust easily, but when I do, I'm committed. When I'm healthy and confident, I would consider this description of me a compliment by friend or foe.
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But I am not quite healthy or confident right now. A few spheres of my life are spinning wildly and I'm tired. It doesn't help at a time like this to question my core beliefs in caring, risking, dreaming and expecting, especially when it leaves me uncertain about my own values, beliefs, strengths.
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So here's where I'm back to: Given what is, what am I to do?
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Back to Acceptance. I may not like what's happening, I may need to figure out how better avoid depletion, I may feel passionately sad about changes I wish weren't so. But now and ultimately, I want to accept at least as well as I choose to care, risk dream and expect. I'm working on it. Today was a better day than yesterday. And tomorrow I'd like to wake up with a better dose of patience and kindness toward myself. I really am a piece of work--I know that--but I do try. For now, let me simply accept that.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Chapter 25

When Alex was ten, her parents took her to the Cambridge Esplanade where the Boston Pops and 200,000 people celebrated the nation’s 200th birthday. Along with her sister Paula and the twins—her family linked three blankets together ten yards from the bank of the Charles River, where they snacked on cokes and sausage and pepper subs and pink cotton candy, and while the Pops played the 1812 Overture, with hundreds of excited festive voices all round them them, they waited for the arrival of dusk. When the sky was finally black, the distant barge prepared to begin firing.
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This was the first time Alex saw fireworks, and these fireworks, planned and operated by a world renowned European pyrotechnic specialist, were utterly spectacular. For thirty continuous minutes, high overhead, encompassing a universe of elaborately designed patterns and circles and arrows soaring upward with impeccably executed timing, a canopy of bangs and pops and rockets unleashing massive pulsating colors--whites and greens and reds and yellows and a few precious blues-- shot up and exploding, all at once, in every corner of the sky.
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When it was over, as they walked back to the Arlington Street T stop, Alex scrunched her face and pulled at her mother’s hand.
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Mom”, she said, “Why did it feel like it would have been ok if we had all died while those fireworks were going off?”
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Her mother, startled, surprised, stopped and turned to face Alex.
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“Honey, some moments are like that. Some people say they feel that way in the presence of God; or when they do good deeds; sometimes it's when you know in every bone in your body that everything is totally perfect in the world”.
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Before Alex could respond, her mother added, “And honey, when you are lucky enough to have moments like that, you let them change you and you hold on to them as long as you can, because they are gifts from straight from God.”
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Thirty four years later, in a sparceroom, on the left side of two shaky twin beds pushed together, Alex remembered the earnest look on her mother's face that night.
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Initially Lily moved tentatively, careful of a fragility she did not know. But there was no need for relearning or readjustment—their bodies remembered every movement and they swayed in unison, pushing forward together. Silently, Alex let Lily guide them both until they lay side by side, two little vessels beside one another, with no past and no moor left to separate them, no questions left to answer, no boundaries left to navigate, no distant shore left to long for. When they let go to breathe, they were both crying.
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“I love you”, Lily said.
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And for the first time without sorrow or secrecy or second-guessing, Alex, thoroughly depleted, softly whispered back, “Me too, Lily. Me too.”

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Hello!

I hope to be coming up for air soon. More chapters on the saga of Lily and Alex soon, too, hopefully.
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If you've been visiting in my absence, thank you.
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My house is currently a combination orthopedic, rehab, and pharmacy store-front. Yikes!
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I can't tell if things have yet turned upward, but I'm hoping!
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:)

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Because.....

Not much to explain about this essay, except to acknowledge that some explanation would probably help. I wrote this a few months ago, obviously blending shopping and life into some else all together!
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.....Because I know the most about this, I have to be the one to fold it over and inside out so it still looks and feels like the same soft sweater that fits in every nip and tuck but the trying on and taking off stops for once and all. It’s too late to side step the price tag-- embedded charges with accumulating interest—but still, I wouldn’t change the cost even if I could, which I can’t .
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There are certain steps that must be taken today. There is no return-of-goods counter—just a “you buy it, you own it” policy with fine print I didn’t read then and don’t want to read now. I know I must hem the predestined pleats and complicated seams, iron out past and future wrinkles caused by sitting still too long, air out the fabric so it remains pure and air fresh. Meanwhile, even though I’m dressed to the hilt, I’ll still carry those sticks near and far, carry them because I freely picked them up to begin with, and I will never fail to hold onto even the smallest branch. I’ll be taking one step after another on my way to town, even though the one-day- all-out tag sale is for naught.
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If destiny has another plan, I’ll be there, waiting first in line for the doors to open. But there is no special sale on this day. There is no discount or resizing that can make this anything other than what it is. It is not that. It is only this. And what it is is so inestimable I will spend the better part of my life on the budget plan, making regular payments into an account where withdrawals will be scarce, but worth every penny. I can purchase only what I have paid for, and I can take home only certain sizes even if they’re wrong for the circumstance. I came here freely and knowingly. I knew then there was no warranty, but the fit was so exquisitely perfect I made a deal with destiny. I would carry the sticks and accept the conditions in exchange for the moments when the fit came straight from God’s designer.
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Meanwhile, under a canopy of shining stars, we dance and then we linger. And then, always once more, we are free.