After the past several days' freakfest, I'm happy to report things are looking up.
First, the big news. After more than two years, my husband today officially became a network engineer. Banner day in this household! Now, instead of harrowing rescues as a Coastie, he'll be hardening systems as a computer geek. Well, he will once he finds a job.
Yesterday, a package arrived from someone named Neil in Santa Barbara. I knew no one with that name. But soon as I opened the Priority Mail package, I knew who'd sent the box of persimmons. My friend Annie in Elizabeth City, N.C. -- who'd asked about them earlier in an e-mail. By the time I got around to thanking her, a quarter of the perfectly ripe, peeled bulbs already were in our bellies.
Others have called or written to check on me. Some have come bearing gifts, and all have reminded me of the importance of being a good friend as well as having them. Oh, and my apologies to anyone annoyed by the new Blogger Beta. When I realized I could no longer post comments using the old system, I made the switch. From the looks of it, everyone's doing the same.
Bouyed by the good vibes, I decided this morning to go out a little later than usual to run my favorite route from home. This after convincing myself last night I was doomed to a dirt track or the treadmill until I could again trust people on the streets here. I used to leave just before a new day developed and try to get to the top of a particular hill by the time the skies temporarily turned orange and violet, the clouds painted pink and magenta. I'd stop and drink in the view and always think: All is right with the world. Now I wait for the skies to brighten and keep moving, because I know, for the moment, all is not right. In my little world anyway.