We Go On
Daylight Savings Time is gone. Night comes on. Five o’clock, and dirty light streaks the sky with grey. It’s pretty. The clouds move quickly. Raphel is in the Gulf, and, though it is nowhere near me, the wind lifts.
I messed up. I had to postpone an event and I lost the email where I had invited people. My computer just ate it. I finally found it, but the notice went out so late. I will make more of these mistakes as I continue to age, hopefully. Y’all have helped me see I can live with that.
The election has saddened everyone in my orbit. They are afraid, shocked, angry, dazed. At least the people communicating with me are. The groups I belong to are sending out mass emails offering advice on how to deal with the loss. Let me add mine: we are alive. We will make it. We must continue to do what we can do for as long as we can do it.
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In the morning, the chimes my husband hung beneath the house mix with the swell of the Gulf. I am content, and I feel guilty about that. Yet, I was working at 8:00 on a Friday night to get a truth-telling about slavery and the Episcopal Diocese right. It’s a head-down approach, even as I study the new growth on the live oak between me and the sea. The tree has grown so much since we bought the lot. The folks who maintain city wires take a big ol’ chomp out of it every so often, but it keeps reaching for the sky, spreading. Soon enough, the bite will be a small part of what it is.
Hopefully, next week I get my cast off. If this bone can heal in such a short time, I will proclaim it a miracle. I grieve the break and the time it has taken me out of the pool. I rejoice the healing. We go on.
Donna
❤️
Joanne Corey
I haven’t been able to post about the election and its aftermath yet but will, eventually. There’s a crush of personal/family medical stuff to deal with right now and I don’t have enough energy and brain to deal with it all.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Continuing to think about you and yours. 🧡
Joanne Corey
Thanks, Ellen. I appreciate it.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
You’re welcome!