I wrote today's post back in March, when the snow was dragging its feet and I was finalizing our class of fellows for the Owosso Fellowship this summer. Erin just sent a picture and a bit of poetry from her new home in the Czech Republic, so I think it's fitting that my reflections here contain reference to one of the many big sister conversations we shared over these past six months (and even a little cameo from my own memories of exchange). To Erin: It's been an adventure riding shotgun on all your creative adventures this year. Seventeen hours into exchange my mind keeps flicking over to your room: "This is so cool, I want to show Erin!". But then of course, Lou is the only one in your bedroom, nestled up into your blankets. I probably have some teary moments ahead in the near future, but I wouldn't change any of this for anything. I'm so proud of your bravery and creativity and kindness. Have a heck of a year.
(I'm on Day Two of my walking trip, for live updates you can find me at @rosierivard on Instagram.)
A rainy Wednesday in March means forty precious degrees above zero, utterly wasted on drizzles. Wasted for me because there will be no biking or walking today. Wasted for the field because the snow yet to melt would have kept it moist all on its own. Not wasted for the robins pecking away, I suppose. And worse than wasted for the worms.
Days like today make it easier for me to huddle up to my computer, sorting and organizing photos, sending acceptance letters to students on the East Coast, and making agendas for next week meetings. Earl Grey makes it easier too, I love that the smell of bergamot still drifts me back to Denmark.
The dogs are lazier than usual on a day like today, hardly moving all afternoon. Louis finally emerges from Erin's bed's blankets to make an appearance on the couch. He's nothing if not a gentleman.
After breakfast, work, lunch, work, House of Cards and a nap I decide to make my way out into the rain for cocoa at Guidos. That's where I'm writing now, nestled comfortably in with high schoolers doing homework and their moms shopping the frame sale at their eye doctor.
Erin just called for advice, looking for permission more than insight this time, I think. Homework tonight? Or Catch Phrase with Chris and Daniel? Time for both? I've got a few things left to do tonight and I'm asking myself a slightly different version of the very same thing.
The bad news is that she'll be asking that question over and over again, and it doesn't seem to get easier with practice. The good news is that we're all always answering that question, so at least she's not alone.