#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
I had a lot of feelings today. I suppose I do every day. I expressed a lot of feelings today. Maybe that’s what I’m saying. This picture of Death Bridge, a view of the Charles from your riverbank, was taken on a previous snowy day. Today I found some cards I made from this image. It reminded me of this image. And then the snow finally fell tonight after hanging suspended in clouds all day. It’s a light snow in a dark night. I didn’t take my walk, believe it or not. Here’s why: the boy. I was set to go out the door after making him a smoothie. Then he asked, Grammy, can you come sit in your room while I watch this? I know that feeling. Someone wants to feel you near. I used to sit this way with Franci when she was in elementary school and struggling with her homework, as a dyslexic. Even into middle school. In a tough challenge, she would do her work. But me near was a help. This is a role I have chosen. To be near home, in my home. A presence. My daughter had to go out and I helped her by letting Wave sit in my room and watch a movie while I went to my poetry workshop with my earphones on. Worked remarkably well. He asked for a snack once, and I provided. Without leaving my Zoom. Our poetry workshop conversation today was deep and sprawled through process issues and it was exactly what I needed. Really satisfying. And the poem I brought was in very good shape. But I forgot to send my second, even though I had prepared it. There are many distractions in the house this week. I let it go. I then had a client in the afternoon, in person. And I delivered, with Frank, treats to my nephew’s house and got to laugh and laugh at the adorableness of my grand niece who is one and a half. Joy. And time in the car with Frank to run errands and have deep conversation. I had some things on my heart and he heard me. We brought Sushi home and ate with Perri and Wave in front of the fire. My son came in and we talked in the kitchen while he ate and I baked a cake for tomorrow night, Christmas Eve! And made two more batches of my molasses cookie batter to put in the fridge. Frank stayed nearby and we had another lovely, cozy evening. The white flakes are thick and slow. And inch of white. Oh, a white Christmas! What do you know!
