N.B.

N.B. Note Bene. I have fruitlessly sought to find my 208 Blogspot posts, frustrated but hopeful that they would not be lost, but only hard for me to find. With more time at my disposal the past few months--due to the unfortunate reduction of my work status at the Whaling Museum from full to part-time--I have, at least, been able to catch up on many things. I need this time to find myself. I operate at my own speed, digesting experience at my own metabolic rate. Distraction is the foe, and it comes in many forms, from time at work to time at play to time to shop, errand, cook and clean. But I have found this journal of a decade, Time for Change, and wonder. How to set it into print.

Any Day Now

Ahh! Spring arrives, stealthily in the fog. Through the windows, it looks the same as yesterday, but it is actually twenty degrees warmer, rising from the mid-50's to the mid-70's overnight. Still dark, a stalled warm front drapes its moisture over, in and around everything, but it grows rapidly, noticeably brighter and I expect full sun before long. The trees have been slow in developing their blooms this year and only now, mid-May are the leaves unfurling before my eyes. The beauty of the season is enhanced through its slow arrival. Now, past predictive of the present, spring will slingshot and rocket onto summer. The sun is burning through the clouds. Its warmth radiates through the panes. Ahhh!