Month: March 2013

The gods arrived on Thursday morning in the forms of a Phillipina cleaner and an English gardener.   Before Carmelita arrives I always clean house so she won’t think I’m a pig, so there was that to do, then young Jack Dew(er) lives up to his name by bounding to the door fresh as a spring… Continue reading Deus ex machina-Shere-ing Time 3

Okay, so here’s what happened next.  I plunged into the Slough of Despond, paralyzed by fear and sense of loss, extending back to the age of about 6, and thinking that such a small person could not possibly cope with the vastness of moving an entire house, indeed, pretty much an entire life, back into… Continue reading Shere-ing Time, 2

It is early morning in late winter, and  cold outside, as it has been for days.  Elm and chestnut trees stand denuded of leaves, their  untidy branches and bony twigs scratching at frozen air. Evergreens stand stolidly, silent giants biding their time, waiting for spring. But I am cozy in bed,alone now, huddled under a… Continue reading Shere-ing Time, 1