It’s been one of those strange weeks. Sunday evening we discovered we had no water and for the next several days all life seemed to revolve mainly around that fact. I stayed at home many days waiting for the pump guys to show up to “tweek” the system, again, thinking a lot about the possibility that a new pump, if all failed to go well, might precipate the need for having a new well drilled! Good grief! By their last tweek on Wednesday which seemed more successful than other ones and the fact that we realized the upstairs toilet had been running continuously though silently and Andy fixed it, I was considering cancelling the new pump installation which I finally did on Thursday morning. Meanwhile, a few things happened in the garden but the rain outside kept me from doing too much. I caught a small groundhog in the hav-a-heart trap I bought with Alice, but decided he was too young to be moved so far from his family. I have mixed feelings about all the animal life in, under and around my yard. Something came up on the deck one night and ate a great many of the plants that were there waiting to be planted out or potted up. Sigh….
June 20, 2009 by thickethouse
But really, life has been good if very peaceful. (Or should I say “very good AND very peaceful?) I’ve been reading Henning Mankell’s Swedish mysteries and Eliot Pattison’s Tibetan ones and have begun Erica Bauermeister’s book The School of Essential Ingredients which begins with a heartwrenching bit about a four year old girl whose father justleft them. “Her mother, stunned, had slid into books like a seal into water. Lillian had watched her mother submerge and disappear, sensing instinctively even at her young age the impersonal nature of a choice made simply for survival, and adapting to the niche she would now inhabit, as a watcher from the shore of her mother’s ocean. In this new life, Lillian’s mother’s face became a series of book covers, held in place where eyes, nose, or mouth might normally appear….” I am not too far into this book, but so far it seems exceptionally good.
I am starting to feel more creative as time goes on……….I wonder if this will lead to anything? Or will I always be so disorganized? Life is still changing, but who knows to what……..
Oh, and DESultory thoughts has all those capitals in honor of my favorite author, DES, Dorothy Emily Stevenson.
And Alice is absolutely right! That’s a picture of a cardinal, not a robin. The cardinal is my favorite bird! My mother tamed some to eat out of her hand when I was little. I like robins too, but really, I don’t know what caused this mistake……