Holy Week
On April 11th, we awoke to snow. Schools closed, power in and out, internet in and out, trees down and falling down. Trees that were heavy-laden with blossoms: double cherries, lilac, manzanita, a crab apple pulled up by the roots. On April 12th, I drove home from work through rain, thunder, hail and then snow. At choir rehearsal, we could barely hear each other over the hail on the roof. Cherry blossoms everywhere. The kitchen floor has been buckling--great rises and bubbles in the linoleum and when I pulled the threshold up, it was wet and smelled of mold. Do not ask how much a new kitchen costs. We will have to pay it. We thought it was from the old dishwasher leak, but today a drip of water from the basement ceiling on R.'s neck, and more water seeping from beneath the threshold: perhaps it is the new dishwasher that is leaking. When I drove J. to therapy, we saw a bald eagle on a cell tower, an osprey on its nest on a billboard. The sky was bruised. It hailed when we drove ho...