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Humanity

sitting in the kitchen, blizzard edition

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There are over three feet of snow in my yard. specifically, in the driveway. the kids have shoveled but we have not left the driveway, for any reason. I shoveled out the dryer vent and tried to relieve the ice dam that is sending water into the living room. (unsuccessful).

Water is in my living room. There are buckets and towels and there really is nothing to be done except make plans for later.

Almost out of wood. Was planning to go out today to the wood guy, but then it started snowing. I have heat, but the woodstove makes a very big difference.

That is my car out there. for real, for real.

Those are the fingers on one hand. The other hand? I have not lost power once, even a little, so there has been heat and ovens to cook the nuggets. There is plenty of food, and enough even if the power does go, to cook on the stovetop.

I have a job now which pays me all year, even if there is a snow day making it impossible to get to work. Not having that would make me insane and fearful right now. It is critically different to not have that.

I’ve read some. finished a re-read of a Louise Penney book, The Cruelest Month. I do love how much I grow to love a town, a detective and feel the press of a dark winter in her books. Hidden, hissing emotions and a detective who can speak of them. (this was the third in the series, but I have read the previous ones already, plus some later, I think you could read it without knowing the series.) I saw Louise Penny once down at a book talk on the cape, and man, she was relateable and charming, and just an ordinary smart woman. It was lovely.

I am eating snacks that I got while I was in Mexico. Did I tell you I went to Mexico? Of course not, I know. I was in Mexico, at the end of the baja peninsula in Cabo san Lucas. I was not at a resort, but had the most wonderful time feeling the sun on my skin and being warm. We (anita and my sister and I) watched the sunset every night, and ate beautifully in our own kitchen. Anita lives there and is miraculously fluent, working her way to being a local, she is.

They call them Japanese peanuts, but if you go to Japan, they call them Mexican peanuts. So, a cultural exchange.

The book in my lap is Wally Lamb, The River is Waiting and I am sure I have not read anything by Wally before. and it is so good ad well-written, but I am afraid of the heaviness. Oprah, why? Why? Am I just being emotionally tossed around like a ragdoll? Will I recover? Can I bear it in this time of sequester?

Its all giving me vibes of Covid, and its a little disconcerting. I still can’t even believe that happened. Can you?

There is nothing super funny in today’s episode of Kate Writes. I’m sorry if I’ve let you down. IF you are local, I wish you lots of ice melt, and someone else to do the shoveling/plowing/blowing. (also i have heat and you are welcome here if you can get here. plenty of room) If you are not, please send your love to the sun, because she needs to remember her power.

wink.

love,

kate

Toes in the Pacific. First time ever. Also, for real.
Humanity

Softly

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I’ve told my kids for a long time that I think staying soft in a hard world is by far the strongest thing I’ve ever done. Like many things I say, I am sure they didn’t hear it or make note of it. So be the story of this bunch. Their loss.

I do think its true. But I’m not always soft. Not at all. It takes no strength at all to get mad, to take hold of your fear and eat its face off until it tells you that you are right, that you are persecuted, that your problems are all to blame on someone or something else. It is an incredibly easy slide. Incredibly.

Today I wrote a little bit about the softness of last night’s snowfall, soft but not timid. the ways in which it froze, and became hard, the crunch and the cut, more dangerous, but easier in someways too. the lines of demarcation strict and clear. Pavement vs. mess. You choose where to drive now, unlike last night when you had to go where your wheels decided to spin.

Knowing where to go, what to do? Way easier.

the ways in which i say no, hard, like this freeze, knowing that next year the kid might not ask me to watch her play in the snow at nine pm. And even in the knowing, still saying no, because my desires and wants exist, and matter, and she’s fine without a witness. hard, and soft.

black stone
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i’m still moving softly in the world, but there are parts of me that are hard and sharp as flint. sometimes i am distressed by this. but like flint, i am part of a much larger rock formation, the bedrock of the earth to belabor a metaphor. Most of the time, I am the dirt of the crust, the space for the growing things.

but don’t fuck with me.

beneath the surface i am sharp, and i am nobody’s fool.

take care my loves.

its just the mood I’m in today.

love you.

k

Humanity

December Hush

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We’re having a nice old snowstorm today, a little light on the storm and quite satisfying on the snow.

Cars are still going down my street so the slight whoosh of cars through the snow is the only modern day sound going on out there.

I called my two boys out absent so they could sleep late and maybe go sledding. My 8 year old girl wanted nothing more than to go login to class, so she’s currently giggling with her teacher online.

My dog is so chill he is currently eating his food while laying down. This, I find remarkable. But he may actually be tired. He is one of those dogs who is literally ecstatic about snow. He’s been asking to go out every 15 minutes, just to play. It is awesome to watch. My kids aren’t even as excited as he is.

I plan on wrapping some things for non-children people and maybe I’ll watch a Christmas movie.

Its so beautiful out there. And its pretty beautiful in here.

(I missed yesterday’s writing, because I had a headache which made me throw up all over my kitchen. Seriously. I had to fast for bloodwork so couldn’t take any medicine or eat food, and whammo. After bloodwork I just sat around with a coffee and ate a bunch of white bread. its my one day a week with no kids and work on the agenda. I was very sad, but could not read or write, just sit still like a dummy, and rally up the energy needed to clean up my own puke. glad i filled you in? oh yes, yes you are.)

but now its beautiful. All my kids are here, the heat is working, the snow is falling. My neighbor came by with a front end loader and cleared the top of my driveway. This is how I know I no longer live in the city. One of the ways.

but now it is beautiful. I am just in love with it. Staring out the window is my spirit animal.

love you guys.

-unwifedmofo