Writing has become a bit of a muddle. I am keeping a daily journal offline, where I indulge my every thought and feeling, expressing everything freely. The offline writing is the raw material from which I will caste the bricks and mortar of my new construction of reality. Change is happening. I am hoping for a slow, solidly crafted change. Returning to writing here in this online is something I want to do, and I think I need to do for my own sake.
So here I am, one week after the terrible, terrible mistake. I am sitting in my easy chair, Attila sits across from me on the sofa, creating a Christmas music youtube playlist on his iPad. The Christmas tree is brightly lit and smelling wonderful beside me on my left. The iMac is playing a google music playlist of 60s Christmas music. I have begun to crochet my second afghan/blanket, to be the same size, yarn, and stitch as the one I just finished. The atmosphere is relaxed this evening.
The weekend has consisted of these relaxed interludes, punctuated by short, direct, and intense interchanges dealing with the issues surrounding the terrible, terrible mistake. There are no raised voices, there is no shouting, no hostility. There is a lot of intense emotion on both sides, I would be very concerned if there were not.
And so we are carrying on, and will do for as long as it takes.
Last night we went to see a Santa Clause parade. It was fun to see the kids getting so excited about the floats, and about the candy that the “Elves” were handing out from each float. It lasted less than an hour. It was good to be out of doors, as the weather was perfect for it, dry, no snow or ice, and not too terribly cold.
Earlier this afternoon there came a knock on the door. When we answered the door, there was the whole family from across the street, father, mother and two children, delivering two lovely cupcakes on a plate for us, with a Christmas card. What a wonderful thing to do with your children!
Date: 7:00 PM EST Sunday 3 December 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.4 kPa
Dew point: 0.4°C
Wind: ENE 5 km/h
Visibility: 16 km
“She had an unequalled gift… of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.”
1843 – 1916
Something to aim for…