this post is brought to you by the letter S
I'm so glad it's September. I even like writing the word "September." That sinuous S, the "ember" that calls to mind a fireplace, the first hints of orange and yellow foliage. The first Step towards true autumn.
Being a phish victim really threw me. I lost access to my e-mail for a couple of days, which meant I lost access to friends. Even when I got back in, I had lost my address book. I also lost access to my Facebook account for a week, which not only cut me off from friends, but also from my farm.
Farmville may not be your cup of tea. It probably wouldn't be mine, either, if it didn't give me the chance to create what therapists always recommend: a safe place. I have a little glade with gentle stags peeking out from between the trees, I have a lighthouse, I have a Zen garden, I have a library...
It's peaceful, and it makes me happy. I hated being separated from it, especially now that I'm about to separate from the life I've led for 32 years as a librarian.
In the last couple of weeks, I've read a few books - Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, three of the Sookie Stackhouse novels (oh please, "True Blood" writers, do not let Eric die...), and Saturday by Ian McEwan. I'll get around to reviewing Packing for Mars on GoodReads, and I'll share, but in the meantime -- if you are planning to read it, be forewarned and give yourself more time than you think you'll need. Some pages took 10 minutes because they were so.damned.funny.
I've also spun, lots, both spindle and wheel, and I've gotten much more secure. In fact, at this point, I'd call myself a spinner. Not a good spinner, but a spinner none-the-less. Photos will follow, sometime in the next week or two.
Will I post more as a retiree? I hope so... In the meantime, I have one week to go. It's a surreal feeling, sort-of like something receding as I watch, or fading even while I'm in the midst. (Or, in a mist. Take your pick.) It's something I want to track, definitely in my journal, and also here.
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Loom, loom, spin, knit, knit, loom, spin, spin, loom, knit, spin, loom.
Repeat as needed. Oh almost forgot, tat, tat, tat, tat, lol!
Rest in the glade. We'll wait for your words.
Terri loves Farmville for the same reason -- I can see the appeal.
Glad you are back. September and October are my favorite months.
Ah, that makes sense to me. Your glade sounds lovely.
S is for separation! One chapter of your life closes, another opens.
Maybe S is also for singular purpose. Once you are retired, there are so many fewer people that you "have" to please somehow.
New adventures await, teabird. I'll be looking forward to following them on your blog.
-Helen
I'm glad you're finding your way back. I've always thought the year should start in September. Must be all those years of First day of School.
Of course you are a spinner. As soon as you laid your hands on the fiber. I'd like to see some of the results of said spinning.
What Carrie said.
I'm thinking of you and wishing good things...this week will no doubt be hard, but I hope hope hope there's enough of a sense of anticipation of what's to come to temper that and make you smile secret smiles to yourself as you go thru these last days...
(((((hugs)))))
Wishing you a happy retirement. It sounds wonderful. Having time to do all the things you really want to do. A precious gift.
Now I need to go check out the book Packing for Mars. I need a good laugh.
So glad you're back and all is sorted. I love, love, love, your evocation of September. So beautiful, and so apropos! Good luck with your last week, it must be difficult, but you have a lot of wonderful things to do besides work. Hope all goes well.
Wishing you the very best in your new freedom and chance to spend more time reading, spinning, and creating.
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