This morning, the skies finally opened up for the first rain in months. It's that languid, drenching rain that always makes me think of Hemmingway. Most appropriate, no? The bastard never failed to depress me.
Not usually given to such sentiments, I started the day with a small sacrifice. I had bought an awesome gargoyle fountain which had coincided with the beginning of this whole mess. Because of the timing, I have not been able to look at the thing without thinking of mom's illness. So I took it up to a neighborhood labaryth that was created in memory of the family's lost daughter. I left a note of donation and saluted mom's memory in the drizzle, then headed to work to break my employment contract.
Nadim is a wonderful guy who happens to have lost his mother, and recently his mother-in-law, to cancer. I wish I could say that helped, but it only makes the whole thing more depressing. He told me to give him a call when this whole thing is over if I want to come back to work even part time. Then he said one of the nicest things I've ever had a boss say: he said he liked the way I think.
Under any other circumstances, that would be preen material.
Then I remember that particular affectation is a conscious imitation of one of my mom's cutisms and look, we're already full circle again.
Which is how this day has mostly been.
Probably how it's going to be for some time to come.
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