Monday, September 24, 2012
This summer was strange. There was so much upheaval, I kept telling myself that I would be glad when it was over. Because, ostensibly, when it was over, all would be settled and right with the world.
Things are settled and right, but now the mornings are cold, and I drag the space heater from room to room with me because I can't figure out how to turn on my heat, and worry every night that Edie is too cold, and now I realize how delicate my balance is. How I didn't absorb enough summer, because I was hurrying through it, and now, how, how, how will I ever get through winter?
I'm trying not to focus on this; I'm trying to look up at the bright blue New England sky, and the edges of leaves turning bright pinkish red, and remember I still have fall. But the bottoms of my feet are freezing, and there's no getting around that.