The light is noticeably fading. By 7:30, I snap on a light or two to chase the dusky shadows. It is lighter outside, but the evenings of dining on the back deck with the birds are declining. Transitions are all around me. Tomorrow, my sister Zanne will arrive. We lived together for 6 months when I began this blog and I have written of our annual visits. Our relationship is one of tenuous threads and the chains of DNA that no one else shares. This means once again this summer, Alice’s and my routine will shift to include someone else. From Julia’s extended stay as a fun roommate, then Hanni and B.’s month of crazy, lovely dogdom, and Doppelganger’s brief visit, I seem to go to extremes of social interaction to total self-imposed isolation. On the other end of this week, we will leave for five days of solitude and disconnect.
As the world heads back to school and routines, the faces at the store are changing. Regulars back from summer travels replace the tourists. We’ve added two new faces to the family and it is so rewarding to see fellow workers fall in love with the simplicity of really wanting to be at work. I will single one out because our paths crossed before, in the corporate world. Annie was always the first person to greet me as I schlepped my way into the building. Over the years we shared joys, triumphs and disappointments. I clearly remember dragging a suitcase through the lobby, exhaustion from days on the road a heavy cloak around my shoulders; being comforted and welcomed home by her.
Some folks pop up repeatedly in life and you just know they are going to “stick.” It’s the transitions that bring them back into focus. The trick, as I see it, is to recognize what else those transitions reveal…