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A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Ninety-Five

Melissa and I took a bit of time for ourselves today.  We still have things to do in terms of the house, but we needed a day to distress a bit and enjoy ourselves.  I think it was a good choice and a bit rejuvenating for both us.

Poem: Promises will be made

Promises will be made and they must be kept even by those who did not choose them. They will be bound before they can know what is to come.

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Ninety-Four

Melissa and I are still busy trying to get things done at the house in Ohio.  It is a bit hard to deal with it when we are in Florida, and can become somewhat overwhelming when we are here, to be honest.  I think we are doing a good job considering the realities, but I know that Melissa would like to feel more on top of things.

Poem: It snowed today

It snowed today It was not much and did not stick, just a few flakes at a time, nothing more than that, but I had not seen snow in how many years? I cannot recall, quite, but it is some time. It never snows in Florida, or not never, but not often  and not, I don't think, where we love, down in the southern end of the state, but we are here in Ohio right now, and it is snowing, just a bit, just enough to say: it snowed today, but not so much to recall the practical realities of just why it is not  always a thing to wonder at.

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Ninety-Three

We made it through Thanksgiving and I think it was mostly fine.   There is always a bit of stress with such things, I suppose, but I have to admit that it was probably, mostly, self inflicted this year.  In any event, I am glad we kept things pretty low effort for this year.

Poem: Your aunt

Your aunt has mellowed since your mother, her sister, died. It is strange how much she seems at peace, even if not calm or without the marks of stress, she is kinder, has lost the cruel edge, the sharpness of her judgements. It was all to do with love and protection, I suppose. I wish she had trusted us. I wonder if she does now, or if it is only just that she has accepted it is too late for anything she says to make a difference.

A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Ninety-Two

Melissa and I are at the house now.  Tomorrow, we will host Thanksgiving with her aunt, though we decided to make it easy and bought most everything already prepared.  I do enjoy cooking, especially a big feast like this, but it was just a bit much under the circumstances, especially as we weren't entirely certain about how well everything would be working in the kitchen.