Since we last spoke, the lilac bush under my window has bloomed. There are now four black Angus cows at the farm and three 8-week old piglets. Daisy has perfected her seal imitation, tiny white flowers edge the pond and ladyslippers cover the hillside (note that I no longer call them scrotum flowers, am grown-up).
There was a terrible accident on I-93 (11 firetrucks, 5 ambulances, numerous police cars) which had us sitting for a long while. Brought me right back to a winter night when I was seven years old and we were the first car on the scene when a drunk driver coming down the wrong side of the road totalled the car in front of us.
If it hadn’t have been them, it would’ve been us.
In that car were a father, mother and two daughters.
In our car was my dad, my two brothers and me.
All I can remember of that long, long hour is the screaming of the younger daughter. Her endless screaming as both the mother and her sister were killed that night.
When we were finally allowed to crawl by last night’s wreckage, there was a young man/boy in handcuffs, a car with no roof, a smashed SUV with exploded airbags, another few crunched cars spun about and shattered glass everywhere.
The drunken driver from my childhood scene ran away– but was later caught.
The boy in handcuffs was laughing– I heard him.
Anyway– that’s what was with me for the rest of the ride home.
What’s still with me now.
In Providence, Lauren and I transformed a kitchen with green walls, brown cabinets and yellow counters into a rather clean slate. I am going to share photos here but they kind of suck– you’ll probably get another dose later when she sends me her shots since she really got some good ones. These are just to give you an idea.
I think we are gonna be okay.
Everybody has their “thing” and mine is I can’t stand brown wood– don’t like heavy, dark brown– so pretty much everything gets a coat of white paint. Including a mahogany dresser I got at a second hand store that had a mirror attached.
Lauren and her boyfriend (<–!) painted/distressed it for me while they were staying at the farm and I was at SAW. It is in the porch area so I was coming in last week from a walk and snapped some self-portraits in it with the field behind me and the maple syrup all around me.
Because that is how I will always remember my time here– surrounded by beauty and sweetness.