the red bird some how knew it was daylight savings time. he always comes at 7:20 – :30 am and so this morning i thought for sure it would be 6:30 but no, he set his clock ahead. no lie. 7:20am – newly adjusted time. i have decided that he must awaken to the bells that ring in the catholic church down the street. i like that…the start of his routine beginning with the ringing of the church bells. that is a pleasant thought.
i finished the jonathan safran book. that guy is genius. i finished it on the plane flight to philidelphia where we were connecting. i don’t think i’ll be able to pick up another book for a few days. i’m spent. i wouldn’t recommend it unless you want someone to stick their hand into your chest and pull from it your heart, set it in front of you, and then poke at it with a stick. i turned the last page as we were touching down and it was completely embarassing. the pilot was breaking hard due to some fierce wind on approach and the tears were moving forward away from my face through the air due to our momentum. my nose was running and i was sniffing loudly. the blue material on the back of the chair in front of me had little dots spreading sporadically in a darker shade of blue. i couldn’t collect myself. i was sniffly loudly. the back of my hand no longer had any dry areas to wipe with. it lasted for about half an hour. i could not collect myself. it is embarassing to cry in public. it is just sometimes startling to me the amount of pain and beauty that life can bring. the tension that exists between the two. redemption is so beautiful and necessary is it not?