Two pieces of news: the specialist's appointment will lead to other referrals several weeks out, and whatever treatment options are deemed necessary or wise will be laid out then, but meanwhile, all sounds very encouraging. It may take a while for the new perspective to be integrated with all its ramifications, but Pater and I are standing down, for now, so to speak. Handing that story's reins back to its real driver and leaning back with a big whooshing exhalation in our own seats, several carriages over... Forgive the odd and mixed metaphors.
As for the story whose reins belong in our own hands and over whose speed and direction we are trying to maintain some control? Well, we signed the papers yesterday to begin the process of listing for sale our home of almost 25 years. The photographer comes in next week along with a measurerer; the sign hasn't been put up yet, but soon the physical and virtual advertising will lead to a procession of realtors with prospective new owners and, undoubtedly, the odd looky-loo or two. After all my cryptic notes and evasive teasing, I suppose you might expect to deserve more words about this, but as you might well imagine, I can't manage them today. There will surely be a flood as I process emotions and memories and reasons and doubts and second guesses over the next several weeks.
But for now, it's a day for yoga in town and then a visit with a friend who knew me in the house before this and, I'm sure, will continue to be my friend whichever home I make next. Poor thing, she's in for it today. . .
Time to go sit with my cup of tea and enjoy the stormy View Out There from my big armchair. I have to store this up in my memory bank. . . Oh, and as I sign off, one loud lament -- How did Daylight Savings Time sneak up on us? The clocks leap forward this weekend? Please, say it isn't so! Yes, I do love having light long after dinner, but having that hour yanked from under my feet has always unsettled me, and I don't find it gets easier with age. Although this year for the first time, I don't have anywhere I need to be first thing Monday morning when 7 o'clock will still feel like 6 o'clock. . . As some of you will, I suppose. . . Does anyone else get as grumpy about the Time Change as I do? Perhaps we all just need to go back for a few more seconds to sit and admire the Trevi Fountain...