April 16, 2004

• Ambiguous Precip

  Today’s weather is as gray as yesterday’s mood.  The mood, thanks
  in part to some laughter stimulated by comments, is lighter.  Ren,
  the thought of my having an “evil twin” is good for a giggle. 
  Marian, I’m still smiling and occasionally chortling over the thought
  of you coming  up here to kick my butt.  I’m glad humor needs
  no explanation.  I’d hate to have to explain why those thoughts
  are funny.

  Whether the stuff falling now is rain, snow, sleet, or what–I guess
  that depends on perspective and circumstances.  On colder surfaces
  such as the cars and the tools sticking out of the snow, it’s leaving a
  glaze like freezing rain.  But I can see flakes falling, and it’s
  dripping off the roof of the unheated cabin beside the
  trailer.   The woodstove in here that struggles to keep my
  houseplants alive at -25°F is now difficult to keep at a burn low
  enough not to make it uncomfortably warm for me.  I can hear the
  big green “water heater” pot, Kermit, making pre-boil noises on top of
  the stove.

  I got a good-natured and well-intentioned dose of ridicule from my
  soulmate when he phoned me yesterday and I told him I was down on
  myself for not keeping my commitments to him and to the group. 
  That’s Greyfox’s style:  gruff words with a smiling tone. 
  Doug seldom talks about my illnesses, not the mental, physical nor
  spiritual ones.  Most of his comments and suggestions are in his
  eyes.  The Kid and I don’t usually need words to convey feelings
  and often not to convey thoughts, either.  My telepathic bonds,
  with him and a few choice others, are the prime relationships in this
  life.  Nothing else comes close.  Yesterday he was, as usual,
  physically demonstrative.  A few little hugs and kisses from him,
  the special looks and that gentle tone of voice, were good medicine for
  my melancholy.  I feel better today.
  

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