Exhaustion.
I am so tired that I don’t know what to say. I want to tell you all about today’s massive moving of stuff..to the thrift store (again), the trash (again), sold (again), packed (again).
Today, I help my mother’s wooden straight needle holder in my hand. It was falling apart as I held it…and yet, it will be with us on the island. I packed matching knitting needles and crochet hooks and I was ready to toss the broomstick lace implement. My husband saw it and thought it was worth saving. Odd beginnings and endings. Odd moments. Odd times.
Tomorrow the entire upstairs should be empty. The animals (2 dogs, 2 cats) are beyond upset. Long ago, they thought we were packing for a vacation and yet now, it has turned into a very strange occurrence. Beds are disappearing. Blankets moved about. Furniture is not where it is supposed to be. Cats want to jump onto a couch ledge and know it’s there…well, it’s not. Tomorrow, the cat roost that Mark built will go from upstairs to downstairs. We will place it in front of a window, but it will not be in the expected spot.
And so we, too, are surrounded with change and flux. Our next few steps will be momentous. All around us lilacs bloom, iris buds open, scarlet runner beans are pushing though the earth. The second wave of miller moths is upon us. The lettuce, arugula, radicchio and marigolds are reaching for the sun. Most likely, we will miss the harvest of it all.