Wednesday, July 13, 2016

The Summer That Is

Dining room wall with morning sunlight.
Unhappy summer loaded with upheavals and grave crisis in both family and our country. I veer from anxiety and sadness to infrequent moments of possibility and hope. It is mid-July and very little is getting done in my house. Ambitious plans made in March and April - before our month-long trip to Italy and my twelve day trip to Seattle - included three summer tasks and I looked forward to each of them:
1. Clear my closets of decades of paper clutter. Ten year old bank statements? Out with them.
2. Work with a young artist who will teach me how to use Photoshop for collaging.
3. Work with our videographer to edit raw video of Patsy's and my conversation with Akasha Hull for Finding Our Way.
Each of these projects is -  I can guess - very time consuming. I'll be lucky to make headway with one or two of them and must schedule specific times and become very focused. I think I will begin with paper clutter because AARP is scheduling a ShredFest on Saturday, July 23. Let's see how many bags of years-old paper I can fill and get out of my house.
Morning condensation on the dining room windows. It's humid out there.
Daily heavy rains and flooding stopped while I was in Seattle and the sprinkler system was not ON, so all is now parched and some plants are dying or dead. The leaves on Aggie's fig tree are turning yellow and dropping to the ground. This morning I messed with the sprinkler and am hoping for the best, because dealing with the sprinkler control box is as mysterious to me as programming set-up was for TV.
Made a batch of my Grandmother Shirley's sweet cucumber pickles over the weekend.
In this time of upheavals and grave crisis, all of my own work-to-do seems superfluous, selfish. How did I ever manage Finding Our Way and all that it entailed? Well, I focused and was spared any upheavals.
We will see how these summer days shake out. Perhaps joining Black Lives Matter and paper shredding is all I can manage, what with the upheavals and grave crises.
Read Solnit's book on the plane back from Seattle. Not to be missed.
There are other ways of looking at things, reframing events. She finds hope.

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