the calm before

“How quiet, how quiet the chamber is . . .”

A line from one of my favorite songs (“Is Anybody There?”) in one of my favorite musicals (1776).  It is running over and over in my head, the voice I hear is, of course, William Daniels, the original John Adams.  

We leave for Sydney tomorrow evening.  I have a list, albeit short, to accomplish and two therapy appointments today.  If I finish what needs to be finished before the middle of the day, we could see a movie tonight but I am not depending on that extravagance.

The sentiment of the song, i.e., the “quiet,” is metaphor alone.  The street crew began extra early this morning, I expect because rain is expected later in the day.  The crew has been “extra” noisy yesterday and this early morning, and thankfully, Julia has been more tolerant than I expected.  Thank goodness, because the task list was long yesterday and so much of it had to be done at home.  

One task not accomplished is the mulching of my garden beds.  I am leaving a substantial amount of the back garden unmulched due to weather and road crew noise that I could not tolerate earlier this month.  There is an argument to be made that I did not mulch during every possible good weather moment.  No excuse.  I did the best I could and I will come back to some mighty healthy weeds.

Bags need to be packed this morning.  The absolute miracle of everything laid out fitting into two carry on bags and two backpacks never but fails to amaze and amuse me.

And the “quiet,” albeit only in metaphor, spreads over me.  Ah yes, I do love to travel and here is one of the reasons why.

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