I’m doing that thing that I do, alternating between pretending I’m not flying to St. Louis and telling myself to pack for St. Louis. I have a 6 a.m. flight, which is revolting (but it’s Spring Break and planes are very full) and a thin wet snow fell there today. Neither outrage bears focusing on; instead I think of the boys, and how lovely it will be to see them.
Sadly I don’t get to see Bill until the weekend, we are passing each other in Texas, as he’s off to one of the big planetary meetings. The kids are off of school all week, but that’s no longer the work stoppage it used to be, I can easily and happily work on the book and my beadwork when they are around. We’ll probably spend some time in the garden (I find the first big cleanup of Spring so satisfying) and making Liam a space in my studio, with a painter’s easel.
The fall in Boston shines like a tertiary heaven, coming up in our future very fast now. I’ve started looking for a house to rent, which I always find exciting. This week, the boys and I will check out their options for the semester of high school; it will be the first term of Liam’s senior year, and Evan will be a junior. It ought to be a term without much outside pressure for any of us; as I say that, I laugh and think how little one can predict the future. But I can at least say that at this point, there is nothing on deck with teeth.
Meanwhile, here in paradise, the pool is sparkling, the Desert Spiny lizards finally began appearing this afternoon (I can’t believe I have to leave, before I’ve seen Orangelina) and the cardinals are adorable, coming to the feeder together at the end of each evening. Miss Fish is frisky, and Simon is spending a lot of time sleeping in the open window, stretching every few hours, and then getting up around sunset for a night with his friends, cats that I do not know. There is a black and white tuxedo cat, and a gigantic grey cat, and sometimes in the mornings they are sitting by the pool with Simon, but they run away when I come outside.