missed my own anniversary! The very first entry for
this journal was made on October 22, 1999. Ten years,
a decade of my life recorded, at least in part.
Tis the season here. The season of solitude has begun. It was delayed this year, for whatever reasons the universe had for postponement of the seeming inevitable shutting down of the world.
We kicked off with a rare weekend, Attila had Saturday off work last Saturday. It is November, and November is a most unreliable month. Mixed rain and snow on Saturday, then heavy snow Saturday night and during the day on Sunday. We spent the weekend at home, watching the weather rage and storm around us.
Attila and I had a lovely Saturday. We closed the doors to the outdoors, and to chores. We played scrabble and cribbage. We watched movies. We ate well and laughed a lot. It was a day as close to perfect as one could ever hope for.
Sunday Attila had to catch up with the pressing preparations for winter. He installed plastic sheeting over the porch screens to keep the snow out. He took down the clothesline. He removed a section of deck railing to accommodate removing snow from the deck over the winter.
My Sunday consisted of talking on the phone. I call people, they do not, as a rule, call me. If I am to have contact I must initiate it myself. There is no natural flow of connection and the quality of the connection is affected by the inherent inbalance. If there is a solution to this inbalance, I haven't found it. I baked bread. I paid bills and took care of the administrative necessities of life.
The sun shone this morning, but it is snowing again now. Snow, cold and beautiful, my closest companion for the next four months.
So here it is Monday, and I am sitting alone again, staring out the window at the white page...
|RECIPES :: Cast
Looking out the window and into the distance.
Written and Performed by Patrick Logier
By The Easy Chair
The Honk and Holler Opening Soon
by Billie Letts
"Indifference is not a beginning, it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor -- never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten. The political prisoner in his cell, the hungry children, the homeless refugees -- not to respond to their plight, not to relieve their solitude by offering them a spark of hope is to exile them from human memory. And in denying their humanity we betray our own."
Nobel Laureate Elie Wiesel, at the White House Millennium Lecture in 1999
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