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It's a rainy Sunday here, just around sunset as I write. Sunny, my lutino cockatiel, has been cranky today when he hasn't been sleepy, as he is right now. I can't say I blame him; I had a nap earlier myself.
No, I'm not watching the Superbowl. I have never been a sports fan, even though both my mother and my grandmother were when I was a kid. I remember my mother lying in bed in the evening, simultaneously watching a football game on television, listening to a baseball game on her red Panasonic Twist radio, and reading a mystery novel open in her lap. My grandmother had season tickets to our Baltimore Colts; my mother watched bowling, gymnastics, and figure skating as well as football and baseball.
My father was not the least bit interested in any sport, and I take after him. He just drank his coffee and read science fiction while the television blared away.
It's been one of those weekends where I couldn't get anything done, no matter how hard I tried. I gave up trying a few hours ago and took a rather petulant nap. I woke up, apparently, with a fully-formed resolution to start this newsletter. And here I am.
I feel very much in-between things at the moment. I am re-reading a couple of good books while waiting for something to grab me the way the Kushiel's Legacy and Murderbot Diaries series grabbed me last year. I am listening to Hozier and gradually exploring my diverse and neglected CD collection. I haven't been watching any film or television except for an occasional episode of Leverage: Redemption (a fine show, if lacking the bite of the original series). I meditate regularly for a few weeks, falter, lose the habit, then try to re-establish it. I write fanfic when the inspiration hits me. And, of course, I work 9-5, five days a week, while trying to live a life that isn't just about my job.
Something new is coming, I think, but I don't know what it is. In astrological terms, this year is my second Saturn return, the celestial signal that it's time to move from adulthood to elderhood, or something. Maybe true elderhood comes with the third Saturn return in one's eighties. I don't feel like an elder; some days I don't even feel like an adult. I just feel like my life is going to, has to change.
Sunny is still asleep. It's time for meditation,and then dinner.
Rembrandt's wife is Merri-Todd Webster