Moody Monday

Monday: Moon in Pisces, don’t want to leave dreamland and get out of bed but Walter’s fussing in the hall, Jane’s crying her head off in John’s room and Audrey keeps putting her wet nose on mine.

The morning is muggy – 60 degrees, cloudy. When I open the door and ask if Walter wants to go out onto the patio, Audrey runs out. I worry because we’re only one house from the corner of a major thoroughfare (there’s a stop sign, but still . . .) but I know better than to chase a cat, so I leave her there, with the door open and go get dressed.

She’s in the front yard when I come back, munching grass. All the animals, and I, are craving the wilds, but the reality is we live in a neighborhood now, so I put the leash on Walter, two plastic bags in my pocket, my radio in my ears and head out.

This weekend I visited Hastings Bookstore and loved it. They have used books in with new ones. A pretty good poetry section. I bought a sweet little book called Poetry to Heal Your Blues edited by Marilyn Hacker. I had never read “i thank You God” by e.e. cummings before. Beautiful poem/prayer reminds me the song/chant we sing at Unity Church - 7 rounds of “I am so blessed, I am so blessed, I am so grateful for all that I have . . .” concentrating on each of the seven charkas.   

I tried to stay awake for the Laker/Nugget game, that started at 9:45, but only made it through the first half. I’ve adapted to the time change and am asleep by 11:00 every night, so I’ll just have to be content with checking scores the next morning. <sigh>

John finally left Coarsegold Sunday afternoon. I am grateful to friends who came to help him these last 3 weeks. He could not have done it without you.  My heart aches to think that “our” house is now empty. I hope escrow closes soon so that Debbie & Jonathan can fill it up again!

I wonder if I’ll ever get over missing the conejos, manzanita, lupine, crows, all the things that connected me to the earth. Maybe I should join one of the many nature groups here – bird watchers, gardeners, etc. Nah. That’s not my style. I just have to be patient and hold to the idea that within a year or two we’ll move further up into the hills where the kitty can catch mice and Walter can roll in the dirt again.