1. Morning walks. Things are turning green and budding out. This week, we headed over to check out the fox den, the one that is most likely to have a litter of pups, has even been taped off by the city to keep people and dogs from getting too close. As we walked that way, I saw something running out of the corner of my eye and then heard a rustle in the grass just over the ridge we were walking next to. I’m not gonna lie, at first I thought it was a mountain lion, which are around for sure but I’d rather they never got that close. As we got closer to the den, I saw her or maybe him — it was either Mama Fox or Daddy, and they were keeping a close eye on us. They ran along the fence on the far side of the trail, following us, stopping to watch when we stopped. I hope we eventually get to see the babies, but more than that I hope there are babies, and that they are safe and healthy and will grow up to be the same.
2. Feeling safer. I know that this isn’t anywhere close to anything like “over” (if it ever will be) and yet I feel so much more at ease leaving my house even after only one shot. We even made a reservation for a house on the coast in Oregon this summer, a trip to go visit our family after having to cancel last year and not having seen them for two years now — and still, after a full year of being so careful and so wary, it feels like it’s a risky choice, maybe even the wrong one. I sure hope not.
3. Practice. My Wild Writing class is on a short break and I miss it, however I’m so happy that when we restart in a month, everyone is planning to come back and we can start again. together.
4. Writing practice. This one deserved it’s own spot this week. I’m in week five of the class I’m taking with Natalie Goldberg. I’m reading back through all her books and writing more than I have in a long time and it feels so good. As I practice, I catch myself thinking, “oh yeah, THIS is who I am.” I’m so grateful for the reminder.
5. My tiny family, my tiny house, my tiny life. I am looking forward to working with Eric on our garden, enjoying lots of yard time, relaxing and hanging out together. It’s good to have a home, a family, and a life that you don’t want to leave.
Bonus joy: Lasagna, being able to make one for us and one for friends, having leftovers, clementines, tiny snack size cucumbers, daffodils, sitting on the patio in the sun while Ringo lounges in the grass, the way he loves to go out and roll, hanging out and writing with Calyx, texting with Chloe’ and Chelsey and Mom and Chris, cute pictures of cute kids, unlikely animal friendships (like the litter of foster puppies who love to hang out with the resident pig), stray and pregnant mama dogs who get rescued and those who rescue them, books, podcasts, TV, movies, down blankets and pillows, wool socks, laundry, my washer and dryer and dishwasher and refrigerator and oven and computer and TV and furnace and a/c and water heater, the USPS, vaccines, grocery pickup, flowers in the bathroom, warm soft chewy bread, toast, pancakes, a warm shower, electric cars, good neighbors, emergency vets, healthy babies, reading in bed at night while Ringo and Eric sleep.