Now, all that routine has been thrown out the window. Week to week, things will be different until we are settled again. We'll be in Maine, Boston, back in Vermont. Routine will be a thing that evolves and retreats instead of a daily constant. This is exhilirating, refreshing, freeing, exciting; but it is also somewhat unhinging to a mind that has been so focused on the hour to hour for the last 10 months. So, I find my thoughts leaping all over the place. On a walk to get coffee, in the middle of the night, as I make block castles for the baby to topple, I feel like one of those time travelers on Lost. A bright light, a bit of a boom and suddenly people, places and things I haven't thought about in years or decades come to the forefront of my mind, without rhyme or reason. Social missteps from years ago appear and make me cringe as though they happened yesterday. The annoying British guy we met traveling in Thailand who I haven't thought of in years... his full name pops into my head as I wait for the light to change. A great suede jacket that I misplaced...where did it go, where is it now, is someone wearing it? I want it back! A grove of wild irises I camped in once on the California cost (the LOST Coast, actually...coincidence?) is suddenly at the top of my mind. Why?
On a much lighter and non-transcendental note, want some Kombucha? It's yummy.
If so, leave a comment on yesterday's post, then go ponder the great unknown.