burn, clean, clean

*To burn with frustration then glance at a puppy who is doing puppy things---and giggle.

*Clean carpet.

*Clean eyeglasses.

only, back, glass

*I am tromping through the maze of house purchase. The most cheerful thing I can say about it is that this entire situation (fiasco)has challenged me to find and explore hitherto unexplored ways of reducing stress.

*"The Good Wife" is back.

*Sitting on the hillside I can see the yellow trees reflected in the looking glass lake.

bask, plugs, map

* Basking in the new April sun I turn my face to capture it on my right cheek and ! see that the little tree has lime green delicate tiny leaves.

* The park looks like a Martian landscape after the plugger machine swaths back and forth.

* World map on the wall, I reacquaint myself with how the countries fit together.

trip,fresh,off

*It's time for another trip. The hotel soap from the last one is all gone.

*Clean sheets and sleeping with the window open.

*Turning the television off.

short flowers, voices, willows

*Nearly veered into a street sign when I spotted yellow croci in the tree row of the botanic gardens.

*Shrieky voices from children playing in the snow denuded park.

*Pussy willows.

Alice, wool, award

*Alice in "Vicar of Dibley".

*wool...wool...wool. (sigh)

*To see a person who most deserves an award actually given an award.

notice

*All day he has looked at the snow out the window and exclaimed that I certainly know when the snow and cold is coming and when it is time to start an eight hour's drive home. I glow because I have always known things and it is lovely for him to notice now.

birthday, early morning, life

*I had the happiest, happiest birthday ever I had for a long time--and so simple it was.

Museums in the morning. Sitting on a sun warmed bench in the afternoon until my bottom was numb and my nose was cold. Then up the stairs to the San Francisco Grill for a Cobb salad to eat at a table by the window. We sat looking out until the still entangled Christmas lights of the Plaza were turned on. We walked back to the hotel to read in bed.

*We woke at the same time and walked out into the dark, under the arcade to buy some coffee. The Plaza was deserted, the arcade also. Our shoes counted out rhythm on the cold bricks. Coffee. Then into the car through the Sunday sleeping city of pinon smells and animal eyes glowing in the dark and crisp air.

*Life isn't about

waiting

for the storm

to pass,

it's about

learning

to dance

in the rain.

hole

BECCA: Does it ever go away?

NAT: What?

BECCA:This feeling.

NAT: No. I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't.

And that's goin' on 11 years.(pause) It changes though.

BECCA: How?

NAT: I don't know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it

becomes bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out

from under and carry around--like a brick in your pocket. And

you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for

whatever reason and there it is: "Oh, right. That." Which can

be awful. But not all the time. Sometimes it's kinda...not

that you like it exactly, but it's what you have instead of

your son, so you don't wanna let go of it either. So you

carry it around. And it doesn't go away, which is.....

BECCA: What

NAT: Fine...actually.

"Rabbit Hole"

temperature, veg, leaps

*The subtle discernment of temperatures in the winter. Right pinky finger numbness. Hair crackly. Toes unfelt. Nose hair frozen at inhalation.

*Cleaning out the refrigerator of old, forlorn vegetables. Into a warm nourishing soup they go.

*Small dogs leaping over snow drifts to follow.