I’m still slowly reading Cloud Cuckoo Land. Some books are made to be gulped down, but Doerr’s multiple characters span centuries and the globe, and they require slow savoring. I’m nearly to the end, where everything is cohering beautifully.
This has been a week of meetings and emergencies. (Only one emergency but its ramifications made it feel like more). That’s why this blog is so late. Through everything, I’m seeing how we humans are all linked.
A man walks daily through our neighborhood—going to work, carrying groceries, or simply exercising. He always has time for a word of greeting (he calls Sophie “Princess”) and on Tuesday he came to our rescue. I’m eternally grateful that he knew us well enough to go out of his way to help.
Then yesterday I was priding myself on having a day with no need to drive anywhere at all—until I discovered an Amazon package. The address was ours—except for an added apartment designation. This wasn’t the first item to come to us with the wrong quadrant, but unlike the post office, I had no way to contact Amazon. So after grumping and grumbling, I got in the car.
A young woman with blue hair came to her door, and was so grateful to receive her package! She’d already realized her error and amended her address, but had decided against driving to retrieve the package.
I’ve been feeling warm ever since. My good deed doesn’t equal our neighborhood angel’s, but I’m glad for an opportunity to help someone in turn.
As mentioned in my last blog, the timed writings continue (though I did take Sunday off). Those two daily sessions of scribbling for twelve minutes are paying off. And the desk calendar is filling up with green circled 12s. If I connected them, they’d shape an irregular zigzag—just saying, to keep with the theme.
Everyone enjoy the autumn at hand.
Kate Harrington 