ride, wreck, neighbors

*Riding my bike early, through the mist to get to the cafe just as it opens. Droplets on my glasses. The air sucked into my lungs laboriously because it is so full of water. Then the welcoming glow of light coming from the cafe's windows. And warmth inside.

*Sitting down for breakfast, my hair is a wreck from the bicycle helmet. I am a pool of rumpletude amid perfectly (at this hour!!) coiffed and tidily dressed women.

*I hear car doors shut and know that our new neighbors have come to move in.

books,sold,birds

*My books are in order in wooden boxes which are lined up along the wall. Books that have been packed away in boxes for a year because..

*we have finally sold the house, moved to an apt.

*I thought birds would not come to the new birdfeeder on the balcony but instead I work hard at keeping the feeder full of seed.

tiny one, relief, Ramotswe

*I've just met the new nearest neighbors--and I am moving tomorrow. I give them gardening tools--they are just beginning to garden. S tries to give me something in return as I try to explain my philosophy of passing things along. Then Maia smiles and I see her healthiness,smooth skin, bright eyes, and two tiny pearl new teeth--a payment for everything.

*I finally break down and spray mucous liquifier into my nose and can breathe properly for the first time in weeks.

*Mme Ramotswe.

pins, Monday, bag

*I found the push pins under the kitchen sink where I put them so that I would remember where I put them (and then promptly forgot where I put them). I pin my maps to the wall and they are in plain sight for the first time since a year ago when the first realtor told me they must come down if we ever hope to sell the house.Ah..Paris.Ah..French kings.

*Monday morning. Snow again. Joints ache (pig flu or osteoarthy?). Dog has first accident (?) ever in new apt (in the bathroom where we keep her at night so it's not so bad).Really not an accident bec I got up early and tried to get some work done before hauling her down the cold steps and did not hear her scratch the plastic bucket.As I shop for zinc the realtor calls to tell me the closing is Friday at 10a. Monday morning is redeemed.

*Not in the habit of organizing shopping bags in our new apt, I had none when I pulled into the carpark but found a small handled bag from a lovely gifty store (Bliss) tucked away in the back seat. 10 cent refund (not for the "schools", thank you. Who knows what they teach these days.).

snow, Mozart,yarn

*Writing at my desk early, I realize that light is filtering through the pink sheet I have pushpinned across the window. When I remove the sheet I see snow floating down diagonally from the sky. "How silently the wondrous gift is given."

*Mozart while writing.

*My yarn order has come in. Anticipation waiting through the weekend for the store to open.

quietly, old, blogging

*I get satisfaction from quietly doing things, with no fanfare. However, when a grown up son notices what I have done a lovely calmness and gratitude envelopes me.

*I worried about getting old with no one to know of my decrepitude. A son reassures me that he will always be there for me.

*Accepting that someone wants to begin a "rant" blog but that forum is not me, not what I want.

kiss, wind, chickens

*A man and a woman on bikes pause at a stop sign ("Wow! They are stopping for the sign" I muse.)They precariously lean towards one another and kiss. Then the woman rides off forward while the man turns left.

*A black bag caught in a treetop dances in the wind.

*On the walk to the yarn in the carriage house I pass 6 healthy chickens in a pen, their feathers glossy in the sunshine.