Mood: chillin'
Topic: Daily Eruptions
I have been even more fragile lately. I can't handle the hurricane news. I let Hans watch it on CNN or listen to NPR and then tell me what's happening because I cry so easily now. Last Friday Sudie came home and the two of us sat in the office and cried for a good half an hour. I managed to listen to the Diane Rehm show this morning on NPR, though. The first hour was on the Supreme Court doings--it looks like Roberts will be confirmed as Chief Justice and maybe that won't be such a bad thing--and the second hour was on the failings and successes with the hurricane rescue and relief efforts. I heard only bits of the second hour because I was in and out of the car running errands, but I was relieved to be able to listen and not cry and feel like a level-headed adult. It feels very 9-11ish to me, this particular fragility, and with the anniversary of 9-11 coming up, I'm a little worried about how I'm going to do this weekend.
There have been small moments of poetry and joy, though. I've found myself literally trying, with my eyes, to suck the color out of the crape myrtle blossoms around the neighborhood and the mandevilla climbing up Mom and Dad's deck and the maple leaves that are turning red. And I had several moments of bliss on Sunday when Brendan came running out of the van and threw himself into my arms. There is nothing like a hug from a four year old! Oh, and the sunsets! I can't actually see the sunset here because it sets behind the trees behind my house--so I get sparkling light through the leaves which is wonderful--but the evenings have been cooler now with a slight breeze and everything gets bathed in gold light and I feel--depending on the temperature--like I'm in Santa Monica on the Promenade or in Michigan on a football field. I know, if I were truly in the moment, I wouldn't be putting myself somewhere in the past. But sometime in the future, when I'm in Boston or Santa Fe, I'm sure I'll be hit with the same breeze under the same sky and I'll remember how it felt to be in North Carolina walking Kaija while the sun sank below the trees.
Thoughts captured by Kristine
at 9:49 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, September 6, 2005 10:14 PM EDT