This is just a little report from Corgi Hollows, especially for those of you that actually stop in and are a physical part of our lives.
Our road, which has been open to a major US highway for decades, will close that access this weekend. The only way to get to Corgi Hollows is from the north, now, a back road down a steep hill, back up, through the swamps. We will now be a “dead end.”
It’s a little unnerving. Old habits die hard, and this is a permanent change.
I don’t know why I have a feeling of claustrophobia about it, but perhaps the accumulated change in my life is just so pervasive I am driven to the edge by this life alteration.
Funny, aren’t we?
Have you read “Life of Pi?”
I did, for book club a few years back. That book points out the routine enjoyed by animals—and humans—and why zoos are not the worst places after all.
We—mammals— like the security of ritual and routine.
I will miss the turn I’ve made for almost 60 years. I guess I didn’t think it would really happen.
I’m glad for my truck, now, which will hopefully get us out up the hill to the north on snowy days. I think about stuff like that.
Today would have been our 32nd wedding anniversary.
Like Asian cultures do, to remember those that have passed and special events, I took Ed and Cherie out to the restaurant that Brian and I went to occasionally to celebrate our anniversary. Margaret dropped off a beautiful bouquet, remembering, for sure, that Brian never forgot to bring me flowers.
I had to do something. I will celebrate a marriage that lasted for 30 years.
Thank you, friends, for your kind thoughts and sweet memory of this day for me.