Our Xmas visits were happy and indulgent, and we’re looking forward to more for New Year’s—but here at home today I am having a very hard time. I finally checked on the four sashes I’d stowed in the back bedroom while the glazing dried in the hope that I could paint and install them finally. And …
One of the pieces of glass I installed—the best, waviest one from the original stock—is cracked. I don’t know why. I don’t know when. And there’s nothing I can do but cry over it. And install new stuff and hope it wasn’t something I did that made it crack. I’m just crushed.
And then, because it was a sunny day at last, I went out to do the yard cleanup I never did because of my surgery. And I found this:
The biggest tree—the middle tree—in the row of birches we planted in the spring to shade the house. Cracked at the base. Now there were very high winds over the weekend while we were out of town. But … this was the one we’d been saving in the back lot for years in anticipation of this project.
Now I just don’t have the heart to go ahead with anything. Wake me up in May.