It’s not as though life doesn’t go on. You may wish it might stop for a bit so that you’re in a better frame of mind, come a total eclipse of the sun, but the stars keep turning. Just when you think, okay, this death, this loss is sufficient to set you on your ass for a while, the car headlight falls out and the crocus come up. Children move, hopefully forward, and computers break. Exotic and obscene plants bloom on the fence and a flock of wild turkeys take up residence in your front yard. Friends stay in touch and wish you well and remind you that they are there when you’re ready to reach out.
Since last we spoke, all of this and more has happened. I wasn’t in the mood to write anyway but still, the Powerbook didn’t need to quit. Like a funky television screen in the 50s, the display started to fizzle and spit and at that moment I thought, "Geez, Vicki, it would of been nice if you had (EVER) backed anything up, like your business, finances, photos, bookmarks…but,no, that screen was going to die independent of wishes and prayers. I quick called Apple Support and after a long wait on neglect this is what the customer service representative said to me: "Um, your 3 year extended warranty expired last night at midnight." I kid you not. I moaned, he put me on hold and came back to say he had gotten a 48 hour extension and DHL would send a pick up box in the morning. He’s going to Heaven, flat out. So the computer geek came over in the middle of the night and moved some things to this strange, temporary and unfamiliar PC and I packed my bags for Florida.I have no idea how to compose or link or delete or navigate here; this post is a sign of my love for you.
I went to Florida with a very dear friend (more on that tomorrow) and we visited with the Snarl. At what point do your children become capable of considering that a parent’s pain might supersede their own? This dawning of true empathy is one of those milestones that makes your heart turn a somersault. Abby knew. And while I was in Florida, with an alien computer and without my Canon eye-on-the-world, I found this oddity growing on the back fence. I thought- "yowser! This needs to be shared with my neighbors!" And I laughed. So here is a crummy picture of this anatomically correct plant: I hope it makes you laugh, too.
And after a busy and sunny, albeit cool, time in Florida, Rich picked me up yesterday at the airport and when we pulled into the driveway, there was a flock of turkeys in the yard. Right in the middle of urban Ann Arbor. Pecking around, looking as dumb as paste and as handsome as can be. Ben Franklin was right to at least suggest that this could be our national bird. Again- a crummy picture, but you get the idea.
What does it mean that scrotum blossom in one yard and turkeys roam in another? On the eve of a total eclipse? Auspicious, wouldn’t you say? It’s time to blog again. Besides, I have to gear up for the first annual meeting of the Widower’s Ball and Polar Bear Club. Do you have any idea- even a glimmer- of what blogging will unfold April 6-9? Me neither, but I’m charging the Canon.
I do know for certain that life also unfolds and evolves in your neck of the woods, too. I’ve been my own moon lately, orbiting around myself and family and I’ve missed what’s happening with you. Truly missed you. I arrived home yesterday to realize that I can’t play Best Post this month with Lucinda and Momma K because, in all fairness, I haven’t been about. So I’ll start there and work my way through until I’m all caught up.
Isn’t it all a wonder?
P.S. Typing that last sentence reminded me of this: I haven’t been sleeping well, lots of dreams and long gray periods between sleep and wake in the early hours. This morning I was right in one of those weird hynogogic states when I thought, "I’m in the presence of God!" And my very next thought was, "No, that’s just my right sinus popping open." Sort of the same thing, I guess. He’s always around and it feels that good when your airplane ear clears.