Feeling very Aspergerish this morning, not wanting to leave the house, but committed to volunteering at the Surrey International Writers’ Conference.
In addition, there is church sometime today, my great meditational calm in the midst of the chaos of having the landlord’s stuff arrive at noon three days before we are slated to move out and five days before our tenancy officially ends.
And the finalization tomorrow of moving–packing all the very last things, picking a daughter up at the ferry, making sure there’s enough linens for her bed, I put on a cheerful face each morning but confess to momentary flashes of crawling in a hole and hiding.
Years ago I was a park caretaker at William’s Park in Langley. It was quite isolated, which I’m not sure I appreciated at the time.
And I remember when things got too hectic, after the crowds had gone, on sunny…
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