1) En route to ye Olde Hymetowne - possibly for the last time - and as I always say, “Better en route than en croute.”
1a) This trip is going to be intense: a finite time to do a LOT of sorting, choosing, and most importantly packing. Add to that seeing friends of my parents, one final Sunday service at First Methodist, and meetings with a mover and the lawyer. Through all this I am sustained in part by two things: a) Daddy always always said he’d pay for as much education as we wanted, and b) the vision of what my home will look like once I jettison much of what I have and replace it with things from home.
2) I guess it’s the first day of spring or something, which makes me think of Michael (it was Michael, wasn’t it?) in The Boys in the Band, who said “In spring a young man’s fancy turns to a fancy young man.”
2a) The original, of course, is “In spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.”
3) You’ve heard me say more than once since Mother died that the only direction is forward. But often the least thing - in this case reading a news story - can send me anxiously ploughing furrows of regret through my actions of the past. I’m not unique; I can’t change what’s gone before. I can only use that knowledge to cut a new pattern for myself for the future.