Ravens circling overhead…
The best plumber in the world just dropped by to eyeball the dead water heater in the kitchen. I’d trust him with my life. He’s only a few years older than I am (“I’m surprised that I’m still here!”), but this is like having an uncle or an older cousin fix the plumbing. [Plugging in the family juice...] He radiates compassion and responsibility. I wish I had more work for him to do, besides the heater and the bathtub pipes. He was driving a new Dodge pickup this morning, but you can see his actual work truck here.
Today he showed up an hour earlier than pre-arranged, after calling first. My wife was just about to wash her hair in the sink with water heated in a kettle on the stove, so she got dressed quickly and put a bandanna on her head. It’s been years since I’ve seen her like that. The plumber came in and greeted her like a long-lost friend. She looked so pure and strong.
I thought my wife would be embarrassed by a previous post, but instead last night she suggested a couple of edits that made sense and told me, “It’s your turn now.” This morning she also said to cross a certain realtor/rental agent off our list because of how the lady talked to me yesterday on the phone. Good! (GOD, it’s nice to have some backup.)
I notice every laid-on hand, every morsel of support, and have a place to put these things. The fire in the woodstove is plenty hot. When I walked out to the woodpile in the sunny frosty air, I knew I was in charge and picked out exactly what I wanted.
It’s the second of November, but this feels like spring.
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