"And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces. "
by Theodore Roethk
I have not been visiting other blogs or posting lately.
We have been preparing for a trip to the cabin and I
have been learning to edit my photos on a MacBook Air.
Also I have been getting used to my retirement. We
imbue things, birthdays, graduations, anniversaries
with great meaning mark our calendars and then the
the sun comes up we make breakfast and things roll
along pretty much as usual. Retirement seems to be
one of the more significant marks, for thirteen years I
went to the same building sat in the same office and
talked to some subset of the same people each of who
shared a common work calendar but also had their own
personal calendars with other days circled for new jobs,
moves, births, deaths and their own retirement all of
us circling in a kind of Brownian motion. Stepping
away from that dance, I have found I still have my
own interests, nature, books, my own places, our home
in the city and our cabin, my family and friends. And
while I will miss some of the people I now have the
chance to try new things and spend more time with the
people, places and activities I want to spend time with
We have been at the cabin a little more than a week.
Here are a few of the things we have seen
Under a granary at the farm vixen 3 kits
"And help me understand this person that I've gradually become,
Yet long ago imagined - a perfectly ordinary one
Whose mansion is the future, but whose setting is a
Landscape of a summer afternoon, with a sky heavy in the distance
And a book resting lightly in his hands."
from A Parking Lot With Trees
by John Koethe