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I am actually getting it. At first nothing made sense. I kept at it. Then one small piece of the puzzle fit into one other small piece of the puzzle. Those two small pieces bonded together and I held them tight as I proceeded. Then another piece attached itself, then another. Then, the day before yesterday, a lot of pieces just fell into place. Although the larger picture is not obvious, patterns are starting to emerge. This is how I learn. This is how I am learning to develop database driven web sites on an Apache server. It has reached the stage of glorious obsession. If I keep at it daily, within a few months it will become a deeply imbedded skill. Boredom is something I seldom experience. My health has not returned to normal. I remain painfully swollen. The doctor sent me for multiple tests. The results aren't back. Perhaps this is my new normal. We shall see. As I write I can hear the chainsaw buzzing in the front yard. Attila is removing young locust trees from the side of the yard. We discovered, beneath these fifteen year old locust trees, the remains of a garden. It must have been beautiful, with a stone wall running along the back. Lilies and squills are pushing their way out of the earth in front of the wall, surrounded by a blackberry thicket. This year we will remove the locust trees, next year we will tackle the thicket. Spring is here at last! The snow on the north side of the house is only a few feet thick. Yesterday the ice cleared on the bay; it was a white sheet in the morning when I went for my walk, and by five in the afternoon calm waters were reflecting the pines. Robins are hopping around on the front lawn, and chickadees are swooping over the yellow and mauve crocuses. Yesterday I even stood comfortably on the deck, in bare feet. Attila was right and I was wrong. Our nine cords of wood did last the winter. We made it through, and we know how much wood we will need next winter. I love it when my fears prove to be unfounded. I absolutely love it. Attila seems to be enjoying his new job. He works hard, which he enjoys. This job allows him weekends off, so that he has time to recharge. I am beginning to think that this move, and all the chaos we have encountered, have ultimately resulted in an improvement for Attila. And what is good for Attila is good for me! I continue to look for work. And Mist? Well, always the philosopher, Mist reckons things are just about perfect. She knows that what is good for the humans is good for her. |
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