Summer Waxing Summer Moon
There is, here, much of the transitional moment. Kate’s last year of full time work will begin in just a little more than a month.
The two puppies have to adapt to us and we to them. We have not yet settled on sleeping arrangements for them and they went outside tonight with great reluctance. Like feet spread wide and butts dragging on the floor. We’re not great animal trainers. We’re animal lovers. Our role is clear in the pack, but it does not come from obedience training. It comes from living together.
Herschel is here right now and he has cancer. Gabe and Ruth are transiting through early childhood; Jon and Jen through the early years of marriage and family.
The garden has made it to mid-season with its abudance growing each day. That means a transition to food preservation: canning, drying, storing.
Tomorrow I have my first meeting related to the Sierra Club legislative work. That’s a transition for me from committee volunteer blogger to committe chair.
There is, too, this. Each moment is a transitional moment, so in that sense this time is not special. Just life moving along.
