Oscar wakes up this morning at 4:47, whining to go outside. This is an hour early for him, but I throw on a sweatshirt and pick him up. The motion sensor spotlight attached to the garage clicks on to greet us. The chickens grumble at our intrusion from inside the coop.
The rooftops are covered with frost, the grass crunches underneath my slippers, palm fronds litter the streets, Oscar's pee steams like coffee...now and for the next couple hours at least, it really feels like winter here in Long Beach.
My heart is heavy because my friend lost his dad yesterday after a long fight with cancer. I am acutely aware of how the air feels when I breathe it, sharp and cold as it goes in, yet warmed up by the time I exhale.
And for now at least, I am so grateful to be here, for the opportunity to experience the quiet before the flurry of life and activity that commences when the light strikes the horizon. I tell myself to remain grateful once the flurry does commence.
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PS: So many things have happened since the last time I truly wrote on here. Emi is at yet another new school, Tim has a time-intensive new job, Isaac is struggling with making and keeping friends, I am very busy trying to juggle an increased workload with the increased domestic responsibility. I'm also not feeling very reflective as of late, therefore my radio silence. I steal blips of material comfort from food, Facebook, and retail therapy. If left to my own devices, I will turn into one the passengers of the Axium in "Wall-E." I need to metaphorically get off my hover chair.
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PPS: Tim and I are deep in the grips of LINsanity. We spent our Valentine's dinner reading up on his game that day, watching this clip over and over again:
Wow, right?
He's amazing. He will continue to amaze. And he went to HARVARD??? Be still my ajumma heart!
Tim is absolutely in love. He even has LINsomnia; he stays up to ungodly hours devouring articles, watching game clips, learning about basketball and how Lin approaches it. It's cute to see him get into sports.
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PPPS: How YOU doin'?
