That’s what I’m hoping for:) Thanks for your comments the other day. It all still seems so unreal – all the more so because the friends who have lost their son live in New Hampshire, so far away.
Today was very quiet on the workfront – a few calls and preparing for tomorrow. K and D came over and we just finished a little supper. They are in the next room watching “Maine Street” – a great little film with an all-star cast, one of the first to feature Phillip Seymour Hoffman (hope I spelled that right) pre-Capote. It takes place in a small town in New England. I am so homesick for that part of the country and wish I could be there with Paul and Cindy this weekend, but so far it looks like I will be supporting them from afar.
Yesterday, the weather illustrated what was going on inside – grief, pain, joy, and a sense of expectation. I don’t know why, but I have the feeling that I am about to cross a threshold. What kind, and into what I don’t know. It’s as if there’s someone screaming something in my ear and I cannot hear him or her, but soon I will and then I’ll know what I’m noticing beneath the surface. Not well put, but that’s it.
I’ve been working on that February Lady Sweater for D and I’ve discovered something I’ve always suspected but now know for sure: I am not a fan of garter stitch. I’m almost done with that section of the sweater and cannot wait for the lace pattern.
Well, tonight is choir practice and I am so grateful to be going. We’re starting on the Bach in earnest now – only a few weeks to go – and doing some extra Saturday rehearsals for which I am eternally grateful! Tomorrow is court – early, so I’d better get going. Back to you soon, dear 3.5 readers. Until then, God be with you ’til we meet again – and if the Spirit moves you, think on my dear friends in NH and send good thoughts their way!