I’ve neglected you but not rejected you. This past summer set records for suckiness on the mood front, so not much writing happened. Then we got the bug to move … and even less writing happened. There was a trip to San Francisco in there, too — inspiring but busy. And now I’m ready to write again. I hope my friends who’ve wandered away in the face of silence will wander back — I’ve missed you!
The bedroom side of our new loft has a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and my desk overlooks a busy street corner that serves up a microcosm of life ’round the clock. There are houses on two corners, a business on one, and our parking lot on the fourth. People in East Lawrence walk everywhere. They walk their dogs. They push their babies in strollers or wear them in slings, and daddies are every bit as prevalent as mamas. They walk to lunch and come back carrying take-out containers. They walk alone, in pairs, in groups. They walk in every kind of weather — without wearing grim expressions on their faces. They ride bicycles by the dozen. I watch them and fall under the illusion that I, too, have been out enjoying the day and moving my limbs. Instead I’m a voyeur, an observer. My boo-boos from the move are nearly all healed, my spirit almost fully recharged. My new bicycle waits patiently in the parking garage, and Mass St. is calling my name.
For now I sit at my desk. Thinking, remembering, snacking, drinking (sometimes). It’s so easy just to sit and watch the leaves fall off the trees and pretend other people are getting my exercise for me! Stay tuned … I have a feeling it gets better.