Ten.Four Hundred & Forty-Nine
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I can’t tell if my tooth is hurting for real or if it’s just a very realistic dream.
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I can see the fog rising up from the wetlands out back. It’s a very fall-like scene.
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There is nothing to do today but make him his birthday meals and do all the laundry and the dishes and pray that someone calls with an offer today.
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I bring the baskets of clothes up from the basement but instead of folding laundry decide to sit on the porch in the sun and read a cook book. I am longing for something quiet and restorative.
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I tell her that the things that I used to do to calm myself are no longer working. I’m needing new things to center myself.
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We finally get to connect and I feel so much better. I feel like, “yes, oh yes, this is what I’m meant to be doing. This is what feels good. And how do I have more of this?” We talk out way through the ideas for next year’s retreat. It’s getting closer and closer and I truly can’t wait.
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I grab three wines: Klipfel Cremant D’Alsace, Domaine Gilles Noblet Macon-Fuisse, and Domaine Chante Cigale Chateauneuf-Du-Pape.
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He wants a pound cake and so that’s what I get started on first. My arm feels sore from folding the meringue into the stiff batter.
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Good house smells.
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Maybe there will be good news this week.