Transition: “the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another”. So says my computer’s dictionary.
That is definitely what I am experiencing today, transition. I was numb, my feelings buried deep so as not to be evident in any way, so as not to set off the hostility and retaliation of my former coworker. I was tormented, and helplessly watched others being tormented, for much of the month of March. Now the feelings generated by that experience are slowly rising to the surface, they are not pretty. And how are they manifesting? The kitchen tap is dripping, it infuriates me! There is a small smudge, left when an insect was killed with a fly-swatter, on the wall, near the ceiling, in the bathroom; I can’t see it, sitting at the computer. But I know it is there, and it is irritating me no end! This isn’t easy, all this fury and irritation aimed at my immediate environment. Keeping busy is very important at this point in the process of recuperation. Attila, so far, has not come under fire, so you could say things are going rather well!
Having written all this, I just glanced out the window and a robin hopped onto a branch just outside the window; reminding me that there is beauty everywhere. Attila says he heard a robin two evenings ago, while he was splitting wood for the evening fire. Spring is arriving.
It is sunny this morning, so I took myself out of doors to collect kindling. It is a good time of year to be walking about in the bush, the snow has melted and frozen into a thick hard crust, which bears my weight. The snow will melt under the hot sun in the very near future. I found all sorts of smallish branches that had fallen over the last few weeks. Dead wood, that will make excellent kindling. My small contribution to the daily firings of the masonry fireplace. We are still quite comfortable, the sun is warm and helps to heat the living area.
Today the spring cleaning takes the form of vacuuming, a job much hated; at least I hate it. Attila has it well in hand. He is also baking an apple crisp, and frying up some bacon bits to freeze, as a topping for pizza. I have collected kindling from the bush, folded the laundry that dried overnight on racks in the living room, where I had draped it the night before and later I will try to bake bread for Attila’s lunches next week. A very quiet day at the homestead.
Now that I have very few hours of work scheduled, my attention is wandering back to genealogy, and the book that needs a little more research in the US records before it is ready for publication. This will involve further investment in an account at Ancestry.com, but there is no other option if I am to proceed with the work; research costs money. I’ve invested decades of my time, and some little cash, into this book, and would like to get it completed. Books like these are priceless, there is no profit to be made on them, but one hopes to recoup a bit of the cost of research and publication.
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 84 %
Wind: WSW 11 km/h
“I never think of the future – it comes soon enough.”
1879 – 1955
On the Screen
Så som i himmelen / As in Heaven
Cast: Michael Nyqvist, Frida Hallgren, Lennart Jahkel, Helen Sjoholm
Swedish with English subtitles.