But, I’m working on it. Most days I work on it by just sitting around reading, thinking about the changes in my life, missing my mum. Today is THE day except I felt most of my anniversary sorrow over the past week while I’ve been pretty quiet around here on this blog (I was weeping and sobbing over by the manatee.)
Yesterday I did one of those spirit purging house cleans in preparation for Bud’s arrival late last evening. Rich, good and fun person that he is, took off on his motorcycle late in the day- about 8 pm- and came back with a great haul of tropical theme shirts for Bud. He somehow walked in the door of Marshall’s ( for me this is akin to walking into a TB ward), veered five feet right and found a rack of beautiful washable silk Tommy Bahama shirts, all in Bud’s size, all 75% off. Now I don’t think Bud has worn silk in this life time so we’re about to see what you can do with the softest sow’s ear down here.
We got back from the airport around midnight and I asked him if he was hungry as he had been traveling about since early afternoon. He said, "Well, now, they offered to sell me some expensive sandwich on that plane and the man next to me, from Saskatchewan he was, bought two he was so hungry but I said no, thank you. He asked me wasn’t I starving and I said, well, you see, my daughter is going to have cold fried chicken waiting for me when I get there…"
Bud had three pieces of cold fried chicken, a spinach pie, lots of water and two beers while we chatted about his flying companions and then we went to bed. Today we will begin to explore with him.
"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." (Charles Darwin)
Curious that I am in mind of this Darwin quote while I am also in mind of transformation in the presence of faith and small miracles.
My back alley neighbors, Bill and Barb, noted yesterday that I seem to be so happy here in Florida, would I consider it year ’round. I thought for a long minute (in that minute I considered all the change in my life in the last 365 days) and said, "nah, I do love it here. I love the outdoors and the nature and the light but I need to figure out how to make Chicago my home a big part of the year. At the time that I moved I was sorta of shell shocked so I haven’t really given it a chance yet. But I know, because I’ve already found a bookclub, made friends, found the zoo, that Chicago will work for me. Especially with this to come to in the coldest, darkest months of the year."
While I’m going on about change and waiting to discover my real name, this is really all a lead up to this miracle of nature. You know how I was writing about the Monarch caterpillars on the milkweed about 10 days ago? Well, I found this one hanging upside down on a nearby potted plant, right when Rich was about to use the power blower to clear away the dead live oak leaves. (Who knew there was a state where autumn and spring occur within one week of each other?)
He looked fairly lethargic, hanging there contemplating his navel, and I thought, "Ah, hah! Perhaps this one might turn into a chrysalis and then a butterfly?" I checked back an hour later and thought, "Ack, he’s dying!" And then, over the course of literally 8 minutes, with most of the action occurring in the final two- this metamorphosis stunned me. I know others have posted about this transformation but I had never actually witnessed it, moment by moment.
So, here you go. I’ll do just a couple at a time so now you need to stay tuned. I’ve gently moved the pot to the screen porch where it is safe from small lizards and giant blowers and I’ve taken no fewer than 100 time lapse photos. My plan is to build a 5 x 7 series for a long narrow frame I’ll hang in the room where we have that exceptionally nice library table.