It is the first day of September and feels like a heat wave in early August. It looks like early September though. It's the sun you see. It sits much lower in the sky. I'm very sensitive to light and it's effect on colour. The shadows are lengthening, the shade seems deeper and the sun's rays cast a golden glow over everything. I love it so much. With the shortening days comes die back in the garden - much less cultivating and more cutting down happens now. I don't love that. It makes me sad.
Just like my garden points to a new cycle of life, so does the arrival of a new student for the coming academic year. She has just moved in today all shy and polite, anxious to make a good impression. Her name is Kathleen from Nova Scotia. She arrived with her mother and they both have auburn hair. A red- headed Kathleen - how suitable. It's early days but I hope we will adjust to each other effortlessly.
In case you're wondering why I put myself through these changes every year (five now) let me be clear, it's not for the money. There is not enough involved to make much of a difference to my economic status. I like having a young woman living with me. I enjoy the youthful energy, the new interests and the company. It makes the long winter go faster and takes me out of myself.
I enjoy her field of studies (Museum Management) and it's a way of supporting the program.
Willy enjoys having another person to pester and play with. It's all good really. Some students I've liked better than others, but I've disliked none.
So here goes, another adventure is about to begin.
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- kingmisha
- I'm bigger than a pile of breadboxes, but smaller than a Sherman tank. I'm overeducated, underpaid but very content with my life. I have loved infrequently but intensely. I dated a poet, divorced a Dean, had an affair with a jazz pianist, was engaged to a diplomat, and widowed by my child's father. The men in my life were all very special. Not all grand passions but much loved in their time: Leonard Cohen, Alfred Pinsky, Billy Horn, Wendell Goodin, and Elliot Hirschman. Thanks for the memories... I'm a lapsed artist which doesn't really trouble me because I'm a very successful parent. I lacked the requisite conceit to persevere as an artist. I just couldn't make myself believe that my art came before my child. The world really doesn't need another sculptor (even a good one), but it does need another good human being. It can use all the good human beings we can turn out. I present Mambolica as my evidence so judge for yourselves.