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I missed the week somehow

Internet is back after a week of only my phone.Son has had to reformat the desktop twice in the last month. It will workd fine for a whle, and then just lock up, hard. So he has to wipe it out and start over from nothing. Then it is a question of how much do we dare put back in. It is  6 years old, and was quite full. Now everything has been exported to an external storage drive, and I have a desktop with Firefox and Scirvener, and that is all. No icons, no games. Tomorrow I get Thunderbird back, and that is it. So there is nothing to distract me. I just have to go to the words place, and lift them out and place them onto the page. Easy right?

Somehow again this year, I missed the moment when the air got soft and the leaves and flowers came. People are standing outside looking pasty and startled. There are daffodills. There are free parking spaces with no snow or debris in them. There are kids on bikes, so be careful.

Today in front of my building I heard two  men talking earestly about how one of them has a girl who says he has the inability to commit. "It is like there are peices of me left behind in other relationships," he said. "I have to get them all back before I can give her what she needs." I evesdropped shamelessly as I unloaded my groceries. I am sure that they didn't notice me at all. I am the plump white woman with the brown dog. They know I live nearby. I smile at them, wave sometimes. Sometimes they help me carry heavy things from the car. Funny how we see the same faces and never get the names. These men live nearby. They spend a lot of time at the barbershop under the other half of our building. The barbershop seems to function as a social club for the men on our block. They sit inside, or stand outside and talk and talk, they laugh a lot.

Dreadful gossips you would say, if they were women. Why do we not say it of men? In Marlowe's time a 'gossip' was a family friend. It was a godparent, or the sort of neighbor who was a help. These men are that kind. They are the kind of men who would loan you an extention ladder if you aked.Back then it was more specifically In women the ones who attended the birth of a child. Mrs Marlowe and Mrs Shakespeaare would have depended on their gossips to be there for the birth of those two little guys. And they would have fed and watched small Will and Kit, for the birth of subsequent siblings. Did some older women take the little boys for the day? Was there talk of 'soon you will have a new brother or sister? Was there gingerbread? I hope so. Were the little boiys too young to know that their mother was doing something terribly dangerous? Were they small enough that the dice-roll of childbirth was beyond them. Maybe the first time. Both Will and Kit ended up being the oldest. But both had had older sisters that died in babyhood. (Both were little girls, and both named Mary. The early moderns made do with about 10 names it seems. It must have been confusing with everyone you knew named Tom, John, Anne or Mary. It makes them hard to write about too.)

We have all been busy this week, rushing in all directions. But there has been time to notice the lingering light, the smell of salt in the evening when the wind changes, the birds in the dawn when everyone is asleep but me and Hazel.  Happiness to make the throat ache.

And how are all of you? I have missed you all.

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puddleshark
Apr. 25th, 2015 09:10 am (UTC)
...pasty and startled... LOL. Ambushed by daffodils!

Wonderful post. Thank you. I love these glimpses of the city.
mylodon
Apr. 25th, 2015 11:26 am (UTC)
Missed you too. I do enjoy your musings and this was one of the best!

Edited at 2015-04-25 11:26 am (UTC)
ba1126
Apr. 25th, 2015 12:37 pm (UTC)
I love seeing a nice long post from you. I love the poetry that seeps through your narrative, the 'word pictures' you create.

Thank the Lord the snow is gone(Boston got DUMPED ON) and Hubby's daffodils are out, plus some very different, narrow tulips, white and red sriped, and the forsythia! Just seeing GREEN grass is a treat for the eyes!!

Interesting, that snippet ypu overheard! Most men I know (my brothers and their friends) had no such insight into their relationships, failed or not! Maybe it's the younger generation? (2 brothers are in their 70's, two in their 50's).

Our family is full of 'first' boys named Joseph (FIL,Hubby,son,three uncles,three cousins). It seems to be an Irish/Catholic thing.

I'd love to smell the salt in the air!! Miss that!

We are all well and doing fine.
anteros_lmc
Apr. 25th, 2015 04:59 pm (UTC)
Hello my dear! How lovely to hear your news :) I have been so scarce around here myself these days that I'm never sure when other folk have been away. Work continues to be mad, but I'm just about keeping my head above water.

I do hope your computer woes are at an end now, and you can get those words out of your head and down on the page :)

How fascinating about the etymology of gossip, I did not know that at all. Isn't it fascinating how the meaning of words changes and evolves?
vespican
Apr. 26th, 2015 07:35 am (UTC)
Weather in the Inland Northwest has regressed a bit as of late. Down right chilly a couple of mornings. Still, the grass is growing and the green is coming on.

Speaking of names, it seems we hear so many different ones now from what were common just a few decades ago.
Dave
serge_lj
Apr. 30th, 2015 06:23 pm (UTC)
My best wishes for a final solution to your computer woes. (In unrelated news, my wife and I have been re-watching Gruffudd's "Hornblower" movies.)
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