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It feels kind of presumptuous to write it out, but it seems the Outsiders liked (or at least were amused by) my offering on Thursday. Melting sped up instead of halting as expected on Saturday, and the forecast went from snow all week to partly cloudy till Thursday.
I was emphatically warned not to do that again by more caring kindred. x) Interestingly enough, I'm not sure I even needed to ask... while I was kneeling there in a foot and a half of snow, I could smell spring in the air and feel it coming up from the ground. There will be weather on the way, no doubt, but the balance has already tipped. The next day, I discovered the hens agree with me and are laying again. mmmmmmm
The financial morass continues apace, of course. As life threw mess after mess at us over the course of the past year and my attempts at divination kept assuring me times would only be getting more difficult, I suspected it would come to a head this spring. Tomorrow we'll talk to an attorney about what our next step should be. I go back and forth between relief that this part's finally here, and anxiety/feelings of failure. Even if we come out smelling like daisies, 2019 is the year I let go of the dreams I've put such priority on in the past decade: the farm, this house, dog breeding, country living. Soon I'll need to start learning how to connect with the flow and seasons inside a city. I'm not upset as one might expect, Seattle's rich and verdant in its residential blocks and I feel at home in the part of town we'll be living in. It's going to be a helluva shift, though.
I was emphatically warned not to do that again by more caring kindred. x) Interestingly enough, I'm not sure I even needed to ask... while I was kneeling there in a foot and a half of snow, I could smell spring in the air and feel it coming up from the ground. There will be weather on the way, no doubt, but the balance has already tipped. The next day, I discovered the hens agree with me and are laying again. mmmmmmm
The financial morass continues apace, of course. As life threw mess after mess at us over the course of the past year and my attempts at divination kept assuring me times would only be getting more difficult, I suspected it would come to a head this spring. Tomorrow we'll talk to an attorney about what our next step should be. I go back and forth between relief that this part's finally here, and anxiety/feelings of failure. Even if we come out smelling like daisies, 2019 is the year I let go of the dreams I've put such priority on in the past decade: the farm, this house, dog breeding, country living. Soon I'll need to start learning how to connect with the flow and seasons inside a city. I'm not upset as one might expect, Seattle's rich and verdant in its residential blocks and I feel at home in the part of town we'll be living in. It's going to be a helluva shift, though.
