Sunday, October 06, 2019

Living is no laughing matter

(Birgit Puve for The New York Times)
ALL OF MY GOALS ARE PRESENT IN THIS PHOTO


Gearing up for the month of November, when it's my tradition to write something in this blorg every single day. The summer was a rush of rabbit rabbits, apparently — and that's how it feels looking back, fleeting and sweet and bright. Oh, summer.

Changes

What a luxury to have a little time to prepare for change! Gus will die of lymphoma, but he is 100% dog right now, happy to walk and bark and eat and lie around in the yard and ride in the car and wrestle with Clover. He is receiving a few last chemo treatments, but they aren't too hard on his body. The last couple of nights it took him forever to work up the resolve to climb the stairs at bedtime (he's always always needed a running start). I don't know if the chilly weather is making him stiffer than usual (if so, I can sympathize). Anyway, it's sad to hear him crying as he tries to psych himself up to do it.

Mom and Dad are moving to North Carolina, and not to jinx it, but they got to have the bidding war of their dreams on their beautiful Cambridge condo. They came to stay for a week while all the open houses were happening, and I think aside from possibly a Christmas or two, it was the longest they've ever stayed with us. Despite my dad's motto about fishes and visitors and how they smell after three days, it was so fun.

The air turned so cold that I put the heat on Friday night for the extremely quick fly-by visit of Holly and Maia, despite the fact that there are still air conditioners in two windows and most of the storm windows aren't closed. Leaves turning, birthdays approaching, my favorite most bittersweet time of year.

Challenges

My weird work life sometimes throws up these challenges, and it's my habit to accept each one breezily and then spend some private time panicking about what I've committed myself to, before ultimately pulling it off somehow. It's so regularly terrifying that it feels like it should pay better. But probably it's good for me?

Creatures

Mark is out of town for a few days and Clover loves me more when he's away! My yard is full of little brown sparrows.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

And if you're worried about one bathroom


Hello from the summertime! Flowers are blooming, sun is shining, greens are green and blues are blue over here. The house* is full, with Zoë and her copain imminent (as in, just a couple of hours!). 

Just posting this non-informational post so that I won't have only one single solitary rabbit-related post for the month of July. 



*the other night I couldn't sleep and one of the things my brain was gnawing on was the fact that we didn't have some sort of guest log book for keeping track of everyone who's ever stayed with us in our house over the past 20 years. I was seized with an impulse to attempt a list, right then in the middle of the night. Summer log thus far = Mom, Holly, Maia, Isaac, Edna, Leander, Jonah. Upcoming = Zoë, Eric, Joya, Oona, Grandma Nancy, Tracey, Bill.