Greetings from the Office/Closet

Greetings from my office/closet. All is well here, where the pilgrims seek solace, channeling wisdom from the analogue rituals, hiding from the noisy goblins roaming the hallways, banging their drums.

These days, things are either very loud or very quiet: either the older kids are home and breaking things and jumping on things and terrorizing their parents and eating large and robust snacks before dinner, or they are at school and Junia is napping and I feel my soul could be slowly returning to my bodily form if only I could experience this silence for another several weeks.

The other day there was a long hair (mine) in a pot of boiling water and broccoli, and so I pulled it out and along with the hair this small piece of very hot broccoli flung out and attached itself to my bare skin and it was very unpleasant. No one sympathized with me because they were busy spraying each other with the hose, nozzle on jet. (No one ate the broccoli except for me, I should add. Just a humble shopkeeper trying to get her daily fiber in.)

So that’s how things are going, which is great. Just popping in to say hello. Treasures on the desk, treasures in life. Small and large pleasures and delights and joy. Snail mail going out into the world, pen pal match up letters coming in. Boxes stacked up in the warehouse, library cards reaching capacity, laundry hampers full of grass-stained clothing. Favourite pens inked up, leather cases soft, notebook pages crinkled and full.