Mindset

Anything is possible. Things can turn on a dime, for the better. Snow on a hill, not forever. The sound of a child's voice, and an exotic bird, echo through the day until a connection is made, the same day. Speed, when everything is in order. It just happens. After so many years. Wondering how people my age got started, to become part of the 1%, the part with a conscience, not from the wrong more destructive party. They're not all bad, some are self made, and want to give back. There's a venue for that. And endless possibilities. Build it until it's self sustaining, and collect the residuals. One thing at a time.

Beautiful child, so wise. Beautiful bird, whose call was heard twice in the same day, not the same one, the same call. One like that needs not only their own room. They need their own house. It's a beautiful exotic sound, though rather loud. Not everyone would like it. It's the sound of a faraway place, warm, tropical, and peaceful, where the call pierces the silence to alert the presence of life.

To be on the other side of the world in one day, not so hard now. Must be private for the pets. The last trip before settling into the final transition, to start new, again.

Upside, A Day Late

Again, fatigue and overwhelm, again. Now I know how the survivors of Hurricane Katrina felt, only moreso. One of the ones that Hurricane Sandy continues to impact. There are moments of quiet reflection where it's a fight to stave off intrusive thoughts, as worrying accomplishes nothing. The sun coming in the window, a pet wanting attention, care and feeding.

Moments observed in solitude that actually were meant to be shared, with a child, with an offspring. The pets are mostly theirs. Not one of those instances where the parent takes over care because the child isn't. The child isn't able to from distance; would if he could. So caring for the animals and being present is caring for him. He will take over when he can. Much groundwork has been done for him he's not aware of yet, though he may appreciate the knowledge once he's independent.

There are insufficient outlets for expression with existing demands: storm recovery, not yet settled, work, and not least of all parenthood: the priority. Thus late again, for one. Postcards every day, sometimes four to six at a time, one for every calendar day; poor compensation for the distance, though may be helpful at some point. He knows there are copies, for a time in the future that can't be determined right now.

Only in a winter climate to do what was recommended "by law". Found out too late it was a 'relative term'. It's cold, and not being so vibrantly young as before has its limitations in response to the weather. Will not be spending final years here, and the thought of moving again even once is exhausting, though it's absolutely necessary. The plan has to change to work in the pets, and health maintenance, for all concerned.

The upside is staying in touch, with profound limitations, helping others when possible, and moments of quiet and peace, regardless of how few, for now.