This evening resulted in me sitting on the floor, eating the leftover pasta and cheese sauce from the pot. Earlier, we walked along the trail to the dock, and dangled our legs in the salt water, and watched a heron, a seal, and stillness while the sun sank in pastel splendour.
Some random observations on light and the weather: Yesterday afternoon, mare’s tails clouds streaked the sky, often a sign of changing weather. Today, I came home to laundry blown across the garden. It’s still light outside right now, and getting close to bedtime. Outside the window I can see the wind still pushing the tree branches around. We brought the rabbits into the garden today; it was such a delight watching them explore, and entirely worth the effort of wrangling them into harnesses.
I’ve been incredibly lucky in the past few weeks- while I’ve been working overtime, Jer has gotten into the habit of cooking dinner. The best part (aside from being fed) is that he’s discovered he likes cooking. This week, though my schedule has gone back to normal, he’s kept cooking, leaving me more time to clean and putter.
There were fledgling crows in the courtyard at my work in the beginning of June, first one and then two, sitting tucked away in the ornamental currant bushes by the library. Their parents kept an eye on them from the metal twirls of a statue and the high beams, cawing at people who got too close, and occasionally swooping in to scare off some unsuspecting wanderer or deliver morsels of food. They stuck around for about a week and then were gone, testing flight on city streets or in the park.
I’m feeling pretty good about things right now. I’ve been working overtime so have a big paycheck coming my way. Jer has been in the kitchen a lot lately, making us gourmet dinners, and at the moment I’m writing this, has strawberry vanilla ice cream chilling in the freezer. My elderly cat and my dentally and directionally challenged rabbit have both been improving by leaps and bounds, and it is beyond heartening to see them looking healthy again.
When I left work on Thursday, the wind had picked up and was whipping around me as I crossed the bridge. The walkway was almost empty on the way home and the fullness of the wind hurt my ears and wrapped around my legs as I walked. I came across a toy dog staring devotedly at an older man on a bench with a twist-dial radio playing crackly old French music and I felt like I had stepped into a scene from Amelie.
The next morning was clear and sweet and summery, blue sky vaulted high and the sea calm. Rose petals, blown by the wind, were scattered all through the dry grass, red on sun-bleached gold.
A family of Canada geese swam by, the goslings fluffy with soft down. I also saw an otter, frisking about on the point.
This week I made herbed cheddar bread; I am so looking forward to having more spare time for baking projects. For now, bed.
For weeks, I’ve exchanged comments with coworkers, relatives, and random passers-bys on how it sure feels like summer. Today I clued in to the fact that summer is underway all around me. The garden is now a lush place where we go in the evenings to peruse the makings of dinner and to watch a hummingbird play in the tiny sprinkler. I’ve come home sun-reddened on several occasions. Today I stood in the ocean with sea anemones and limpets near my toes.
There has been a lot of work in my life lately, so much so that my time at home has focused narrowly on washing dishes, lying on the floor and feeding the cat. Old age has been a dream come true for Heidi/Pudding cat; she’s lost a lot of weight so we feed her wet food every time she yowls at us or sits in the kitchen looking expectant or follows us around looking lost.
Work this past week has been improved by the following: a USB-powered salt lamp for my desk, homemade pistachio vanilla bean ice cream from an awesome coworker, and a photo of another coworker’s enormous cat. It has also improved greatly by my not having to be there today.
I must be getting older because I’m having urges to clean this house and pull weeds. Baking and painting and reading would be nice too.