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seasons turn
Mar. 11th, 2009 08:33 pm.
Signs point to spring. "TO SPRING," they say, with a futureward arrow underneath. The snow sometimes sprinkles, but doesn't stick. It sprinkles water more often. Today, the playful zephyrs shake the house. Playfully. This morning when I went out to the bus with Sarah, the driveway was full of worms again.
I stepped around them, thinking of the Peanuts cartoon with Snoopy chicken-footing his way around. I chatted with Sonali's mom after Sarah kissed me goodbye and the bus left. A struggling worm caught my eye, and I picked it up. This took a while, as it struggled. I tossed it into the yard for a better shot at survival, because at least it was trying.
Then my eyes got more attuned to the worms, and I could see that they weren't all moribund. Among the rubber bands and overcooked pasta curls, there were some still morphing along, trying to get somewhere. I bent down and saved as many as I could. I am become Life, as it were, the savior of worms. I wormed my way to the upper part of the driveway, where there were fewer candidates for a return to the welcoming turf (the green, green grass of home). I saved a dozen or so; probably no more than two dozen. I thought of the story of the man throwing the sea stars back into the water.
Then I was back on the porch, which was free of vermiform specimens. I thought back to a day in Massachusetts when I seem to recall the porch having red worms all over it. Now, how the heck did they do that? Did they work their way up the steps, one by one? Did they stand on each others' backs? Did they creep up the bushes by the porch and drop off of overhanging branches? Or did I imagine it?
Anyway, I did my bit. Yay me! Then I went inside and messed around at the computer a while before going back to bed for another hour and a half. I still feel like I have something I shouldn't. There's the cough and the overall malaise. Feh. I finally need my strength back, because I need to get the newsletter and a brochure done for the Friends of the Library so it can go to the printer, and then I hopefully have at least one paying job in the pipeline.
Sarah and I are back to the YMCA routine, getting in the better part of an hour diving for rings at the deep and, followed by some time in the Adventure Center, where she gets to run around vigorously.
Something else to look forward to: tonight's going to be a new South Park. Yeah, I know, but some of us enjoy the thing.
.
Signs point to spring. "TO SPRING," they say, with a futureward arrow underneath. The snow sometimes sprinkles, but doesn't stick. It sprinkles water more often. Today, the playful zephyrs shake the house. Playfully. This morning when I went out to the bus with Sarah, the driveway was full of worms again.
I stepped around them, thinking of the Peanuts cartoon with Snoopy chicken-footing his way around. I chatted with Sonali's mom after Sarah kissed me goodbye and the bus left. A struggling worm caught my eye, and I picked it up. This took a while, as it struggled. I tossed it into the yard for a better shot at survival, because at least it was trying.
Then my eyes got more attuned to the worms, and I could see that they weren't all moribund. Among the rubber bands and overcooked pasta curls, there were some still morphing along, trying to get somewhere. I bent down and saved as many as I could. I am become Life, as it were, the savior of worms. I wormed my way to the upper part of the driveway, where there were fewer candidates for a return to the welcoming turf (the green, green grass of home). I saved a dozen or so; probably no more than two dozen. I thought of the story of the man throwing the sea stars back into the water.
Then I was back on the porch, which was free of vermiform specimens. I thought back to a day in Massachusetts when I seem to recall the porch having red worms all over it. Now, how the heck did they do that? Did they work their way up the steps, one by one? Did they stand on each others' backs? Did they creep up the bushes by the porch and drop off of overhanging branches? Or did I imagine it?
Anyway, I did my bit. Yay me! Then I went inside and messed around at the computer a while before going back to bed for another hour and a half. I still feel like I have something I shouldn't. There's the cough and the overall malaise. Feh. I finally need my strength back, because I need to get the newsletter and a brochure done for the Friends of the Library so it can go to the printer, and then I hopefully have at least one paying job in the pipeline.
Sarah and I are back to the YMCA routine, getting in the better part of an hour diving for rings at the deep and, followed by some time in the Adventure Center, where she gets to run around vigorously.
Something else to look forward to: tonight's going to be a new South Park. Yeah, I know, but some of us enjoy the thing.
.
