In between putting in extra days at work, trying to keep some sort of writing schedule, being available to support Rose in her school schedule, and a nasty but brief bout of stomach flu, my energy has been more internally directed these last couple of weeks.
September is always hard. The anniversary of my mother's murder has just passed, and this year was surprisingly difficult. It's been 19 years, and many of the last few were relatively pastel. That is, I would observe the time, light a Yahrzeit candle and say Kaddish, and then go on, without any great emotional upheavals. This year sideswiped me. I may talk more about that later. This is more of a check in.
I do feel that "turn-around" when the worst is past, and I've been writing and catching up on stuff all day. Vacuumed the house, always a good thing for karma. Wrote about 10 pages on SHIELD, so I'm feeling more balanced. Took a nap and a long walk. Good self-care. Dinner will be in a little while, and it's leftovers (BBQ chicken from Sunday when Dave's sister, Sue, came over), corn, melon and tomatoes from the garden, broccoli because we've had squash a lot recently, and Rose's tolerance for it has been sorely tried.
Despite my wanting it to be summer forever, there is a definite seasonal change in the air. Some color change in the trees -- not redwoods, of course, but there are enough varieties that do change to make it pretty. A nip in the evening air, although the afternoons are still shorts-weather. Our first rain of the season came on Tues with an unusual thunder-shower. People went scurrying to cover things, as we usually don't get rain until winter. Pumpkins and winter squashes are looking readier with every passing day. The blackberries are gone, except for a few shriveled or late ones. Apples are ripe. Ditto grapefruit, although we leave those on the tree and pick as we need them. I just noticed how I began with Heavy Stuff and ended up talking about the garden. Good to get "grounded" in the earth, even if most of what I do is Deal With what Dave hands me. Food, particularly seasonal produce, is a connection to living.
September is always hard. The anniversary of my mother's murder has just passed, and this year was surprisingly difficult. It's been 19 years, and many of the last few were relatively pastel. That is, I would observe the time, light a Yahrzeit candle and say Kaddish, and then go on, without any great emotional upheavals. This year sideswiped me. I may talk more about that later. This is more of a check in.
I do feel that "turn-around" when the worst is past, and I've been writing and catching up on stuff all day. Vacuumed the house, always a good thing for karma. Wrote about 10 pages on SHIELD, so I'm feeling more balanced. Took a nap and a long walk. Good self-care. Dinner will be in a little while, and it's leftovers (BBQ chicken from Sunday when Dave's sister, Sue, came over), corn, melon and tomatoes from the garden, broccoli because we've had squash a lot recently, and Rose's tolerance for it has been sorely tried.
Despite my wanting it to be summer forever, there is a definite seasonal change in the air. Some color change in the trees -- not redwoods, of course, but there are enough varieties that do change to make it pretty. A nip in the evening air, although the afternoons are still shorts-weather. Our first rain of the season came on Tues with an unusual thunder-shower. People went scurrying to cover things, as we usually don't get rain until winter. Pumpkins and winter squashes are looking readier with every passing day. The blackberries are gone, except for a few shriveled or late ones. Apples are ripe. Ditto grapefruit, although we leave those on the tree and pick as we need them. I just noticed how I began with Heavy Stuff and ended up talking about the garden. Good to get "grounded" in the earth, even if most of what I do is Deal With what Dave hands me. Food, particularly seasonal produce, is a connection to living.
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:23 pm (UTC)Weeds in the garden and a good book
Date: 2005-09-24 08:03 pm (UTC)Got caught by book cover with a persian rug on it when I was in a bookstore - I'm quite fond of oriental rugs - turned out to be a fascinating account of persian rugs by a journalist in Afghanistan and Iran from 1999 to present. A bit of history about a very personal and (to me) fascinating art form seen through the context of present conflicts in those areas, the people that weave these rugs, sell then and live with them and also through the words of Hafez, a Persian poet contemporary with Chaucer.
Re: Weeds in the garden and a good book
Date: 2005-09-26 11:09 am (UTC)I've also followed your technique of individually freezing blackberries and then putting them in containers. Sue (Dave's sister) gave us one of those seal-a-meal gadgets, which I thought was another dust-catcher. But I dragged it out at the beginning of blackberry season, figured out how to use it, and vacuum-sealed a bunch of the frozen blackberry lots. We'll see how they keep -- the ads say 2-3 years.