Here I sit at the kitchen table, surrounded by lists, coffee cup at hand. Preparations for migration north have begun!
There is much to do, and it is difficult to focus! The thought of seeing Attila again is overwhelming. So much so, that I suddenly realize that my awareness of the world has been burrowing deeper and deeper, as the quiet and lonely winter has progressed. Feelings are running high now, with the spring water, cascading over rocks, flooding the shores, heading for home.
There is shopping to do, a short list of things Attila says are needed. The car fuel tank was topped up last week in anticipation of this weeks migration. Foodstuffs need to be carefully stored here at the little house in the city, in the event that a mouse wanders through the house while we are absent. WE, what a word! It isn’t a word that is important to everyone of course, but my world revolves around it.
Oh yes, my lists. I have lists of chores to do before I drive away from the little house in the city. I have lists of chores to do when I arrive at the country house. I have lists of things to bring north. I have lists of things to ready to bring south, once I am in the north. I have lists, and lists, and lists.
Lists keep me grounded. Lists keep me focused. Lists provide lines for me to colour in, so that I don’t float away on winds of change. When I am thinking, pen in hand, I doodle on the lists, absently. The doodles add weight and whimsy to my plans.
All this excitement, just because, by the end of the week, I will be sitting across the dinner table eating beans with Attila. Small blessings can be the best blessings!
The only flat note in the experience is preparing to say farewell-for-now to Diesel. He can sense a change coming, and has distanced himself from me, just a little. Terra has been alerted to come and fetch him home. He is well loved at Terra’s house, so I needn’t worry about him on that score. It is possible that I will miss him far more than he will miss me. But no matter, I will miss him. I am hoping that when I return south for the black fly season, Diesel will come and visit with me again.
A busy day awaits me. The grey skies, and the intermittent rain are having no effect on my ebullient mood, no effect at all!
Little House in the City
Date: 7:00 AM EDT Wednesday 22 April 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 100.2 kPa
Visibility: 24 km
Wind: SSW 28 gust 39 km/h
Date: 6:36 AM EDT Wednesday 22 April 2015
Pressure: 100.0 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: SSW 8 km/h
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