It rained. Finally we will get a break in cedar (Mountain Juniper) fever season. Worst year ever since we haven’t had rain to wash down the trees. At least I’m not stuck indoors just because of the air. Cedar tree pollen for those that are sensitive gives flu like symptoms and makes everything itch. I mean itch – eyes, ears, nose, throat, skin – even my hair itches. Nothing seems to work against it as the pollen explodes in a yellow cloud from the trees and gets into everything. Pity party.
Being stuck indoors makes the home atmosphere a little heavy too. Too much “togetherness” builds too much time for analysis and the enticing “look-backs”. We’re close to six years into this and it still seems like yesterday when the crisis hit us. I suppose that is because it never goes away. One does not “get well” from an injury like this. One just adapts. Gabby Gifford steps down and now so will Senator Mark Kirk. I’m sure he’ll put up a good front like the Congressman Giffords but in the end they will be too fundamentally changed to handle the workload. Too many thought processes damaged or rerouted to be “there” for the demands of public interaction. We know and we sympathize with them. Still they will get to see another sunset, another star filled night and participate in life. That is a pretty fair trade.
So much for navel gazing. The skies are cloudy, more rain on the way and lots of work to do. Hard physical work and challenging mental work. My sculpture work is backlogged and a couple refurbishments beckon, consulting work goes on in business. Rehab is ongoing. The horizon still shines. Some locally heavy storms – we’ll just deal with them.
