Sunday, March 29, 2009
I am sitting at the window seat of a coffee shop
I am eavesdropping on the conversations of the other lost souls
I know why I am here at 4:48 am
But I am wondering why they are here
What are their stories of loss and discovery?
Do they too have no place else to go?
It is 4:52 am and I am watching a bus drive by
It is full of people with some where to be
Or do they?
Perhaps like me they have no place to be
But they prefer motion
While I prefer to reflect in the stillness
It is 4:58 am
And I feel relieved
A few hours ago we finally ended it
Whatever it was
It had a long lingering death
Sitting here in the stillness
I realise that I was repeating patterns
It was not "her" that I want
It was the idea of "her"
But I don't need "her"
All I need is me
It is 5:23 am
And I am happy
I see my reflection in the window
It is 5:24 am
And my half smile is mine again
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
I was back at work today. This week is only a three day week. Life is good sometimes.
We will have some tomatoes soon.
I hope we get more than three tomatoes. We will have a lot of basil for pesto. We may need a new freezer.
I hope to have more photos of the quilt soon. I am going to try to save my money to buy some batting.
Friday, August 01, 2008
The construction workers are still working outside our place. The massive machines are hard at work making noise. They start up at 7am. The construction workers also need to turn off the water since one of their projects is upgrading the water mains. On Wednesday night the water did not get turned on until after 9pm. I think the city should reimburse us for all the take out we have had to get the past month and a half. Today the water has not been turned off yet, but I am ready in case it does. I have several jugs of water in the kitchen and the bathroom sink is full of water. What this means is that the water will not get turned off today.
Calle is adjusting to life without Trotsky. We took her the vet on Tuesday. Trish thought that Calle might have ear mites. She was right. The vet said that her immune system is probably weakened since she is mourning Trosky. We knew Calle was having a difficult time understanding where Trotsky has gone. But hearing some one else talk about Calle grieving was hard. The vet suggesting giving Calle Star of Bethlehem to help her.
Here is one of the last photos of Trotsky.
I went outside this morning to take photos of some flowers. Calle managed to make it to the mudroom. Here she is taking a look around.
This is Eros.
And this is Gilded Coral.
I'll take some more photos of the new quilt this weekend.