By most accounts, today was a fine April day.
Here in Taos, the wind blew fiercely and we got up to 70° F. I opened all the doors and windows–that’s not saying much in an old adobe–and let the place air out. I’m an open windows kinda guy, anyway. At a delightful blog written by someone almost 40 years younger than I am who writes much too well, I read it was going to snow three inches overnight in Vermont and felt even better. Yes, it can still snow here again, too, but it probably won’t. Hah! Who needs trees, water, and soil? I have the sun!
The hummingbirds are back. We have tulips and daffodils. The apple, plum, and wild cherry trees are blossoming. Any minute now, the lilacs will bloom, and then the apricot trees. Green grass growing all over the place. Several mornings in a row, I haven’t had to build a fire. (There’s one burning now, though, at 10:40 p.m.) Man, I could get used to this.
Late last night, however, I did take a little detour. Google Maps suggested I download a new 3-D plugin, which I installed and recommend. There were new satellite images, apparently, and I had no difficulty locating this mud hut on the side of a hill in Ranchos de Taos. That was fun. Then I decided to take a look at our old house in Maryland and found more detail than I’d been able to observe before. Whoever lived there now had added outbuildings, grape vines, cows (?), cleared part of the woods, plowed up most of what was left, and dumped two large boats out in the yard. Vehicles were parked all over, willy-nilly. The place may be someone’s farmsteader heaven, but I thought it looked like hell.
I didn’t think that bothered me much, but for some reason I woke up at 5:30 a.m. this morning. I mean truly awakened, and that almost never happens. I can’t think of another time in recent years. Maybe it had to do with the house, or maybe it was the backed-up client work I remembered in the pre-dawn gloom. Maybe, just maybe, I woke up because I have another job I need to do. Maybe even bigger maybe, those were all reflections of the Big Fear!
“Jesus, what’s THAT?!?”
I don’t know, but my analyst in Zurich chuckled today.
Later, I took a two-mile walk in the glorious sun and roaring wind. Blowing sand stung my bare arms. When I got back, it felt cold inside the house, so I took a long, hot bath. At 5:30 p.m… God, I do like being a grownup, if that’s what it is.
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