This week, a previously sedentary jar of maple syrup decided to do a headstand, emptying itself onto its savory neighbors. Mustard and horseradish weren't inspired to follow, but a day later a mostly-empty cup of a week-old latte did. Why I'm saving the latte (it's still on the shelf) isn't clear. I tell myself I will use it in baking a honey cake, which I haven't made for...a year, at least.
And the syrup and latte have solidified.
I say this with no shame. In a world upside-down, this not only makes sense, it is comforting. It is the "normal" that is bizarre. You're worried about that? Get a life!
Still, there are visitors. I don't want them to fall over debris or get assaulted by dust mammoths. So, for the first time in my life, I hired a housecleaner. Schmutz can be put in its place.
I'll take it.
Candace
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Dearest Candace and Rich, I agree with you and understand that it is a comfort to have the mundane in life come around to ground us when the most taken-for-granted conditions -- the presence and continuing life of a family member, for example -- are no longer taken for granted. I wish I were nearby to come and attack your maple syrup spill for you. It would be a comfort to set one thing right anyway, even if the most important things can't be set right.
Rich is amazing, staying present to his condition and observing the growing limitations of his physical condition without shutting down or shutting it out. You are amazing, still finding words and vignettes to describe what cannot be described and being able and willing to share that with us -- this wider community carrying you close in thought. There are many kinds of helplessness. I feel sure that many of them are being felt now as we are sharing this transition together in different ways, from different corners of the globe. My love to you both, Heather
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