Samain Moving Moon
Finding emotions cycling faster as the time here gets shorter. As Frank Broderick put it in a phone call yesterday, time here circles like water down a drain, getting smaller and smaller as the days disappear.Yesterday I felt delight, this morning, early, a nascent panic. God, do we have time to get everything done?
Last evening the treadmill mysteriously quit working. This is a Landice and I have a lifetime warranty on it; the parts cost is not an issue though there can be a substantial labor charge. The question is, can it get fixed before the movers load it on the truck? I’ll find out today.
Filling out papers for the sale of the house. Stuff we could have done a while back but didn’t realize we had. Disclosure forms, things like that.
Based on my anxiety over the last few months and the number of dire events that have not happened you might think I would be calmer now, use experience to tamp down the nervous tics. But no. Not the way this ornery critter of the psyche works. It just wipes off its forehead, says whew, escaped that one, then moves on. The future has enough branches that plenty of things might happen.
Kate had an emotional last quilting session yesterday. Her sewing group made clear how much they would miss her. Not to mention that today the grand piano moves on to a new home. We were surprised to learn, quite some time ago now, that it was worth less than nothing. It would not fit in the new house and it’s too big for Jon and Jen’s.
Kate gifted it to a senior citizen we know well. She plays, but got rid of her piano when they moved into their town house. Now she’ll have a piano on which to practice again. The changes have begun to come faster now. The piano movers, for example, are here right now at 7:15.