Today has arrived on a cloud of sorrow, although I know of no reason why it would. I’m trying to work through it with typical Saturday chores and cooking projects – laundry, chicken broth, yogurt… and an uncertain plan for dinner which may be nothing more than a late lunch. We want to take a long walk, and will need to leave about 4 or so. But I’m not going to eat afterwards at 7 or 7:30. So if we have “dinner” around 2 or 3, then walk, we can just have a light snack when we get home. Plus I think there’s a beer around here with my name on it.
I’ve been taking a break from writing, despite the several stories that are sitting around in their skivvies. I’ve been empty of ideas for the path forward, but I think I can sense the beginnings of a few glimmers. I want to tread carefully. I’m afraid that if I jump on them too fast, they’ll skitter away to hide under the bed, right in the middle where I can’t reach them. So I’m biding my time, peeking in on a glimmer now and then to make sure it’s still there, and has it gotten any bigger? Stories are fragile things. They don’t always take shape according to rules.
Really, it’s not a day for sorrow. Autumn in this place is bright and shiny, with a cool, fragrant touch to the warm days. I’m going to be out in it and that will be Good. And tomorrow, we have our first batch of pumpkin pancakes, served with warm maple syrup and black forest bacon.
Goodness abounds. I’m going to take a deep breath and see if I can grab hold of some.
What are all of you up to for the weekend? Share the cheer!