It’s New England

In late fall.

It’s been raining all day. It’s not quite freezing, but it feels like it.

It’s dark. I decided to make soup, which meant I had a handful of obstacles to overcome. Supper is at least an hour away, maybe two. I cut myself. We blew a fuse.

You can see where this could go.

But here’s what’s good.

My soup. It has carrots from my garden, mushrooms, squash (that was one of our Halloween decorations, not the regular orange type pumpkin). Something we got from a local farm.

We are going to make cookies tomorrow. G and I. I made a playlist of holiday songs by Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra, Some Bing Crosby, all old school.

Yoga has been fun. It was nice to see everyone after my trip. My birthday was nice.

I’m reading some good books. I’m staying mostly warm and dry. I think I’m better at being here than I was last year. I have fully made peace with not understanding or knowing things. If I forget, I try to remind myself that it’s not my circus. It’s okay. Some things really don’t make any sense and they don’t have to.

I’ve learned to breathe through any discomfort and to trust that it will be fine. Sometimes better than fine. We have warm soft bedding. The bathroom is painted and getting updated. I still love my little job.