Yesterday, the sun rose although we needed the bathroom light to brush teeth close to 7:00 o’clock. Two hours later, there was dim light in the distance to the north and all else was dark. We had wind and shaken new leaves falling. Storm. Thunder rolled in. I sat with legs over the arm of my leather overstuffed chair, a pillow at my back so very aware of the moment and its passing. Six weeks minus one day. Are Madison storms different from the storms on the east coast? I think so although I don’t remember how. I remember our first Indiana thunder storms — fierce and furious. Storm drains filling so quickly and rushing so fast. Cheshire in First Grade in the south of town and us stuck midtown Bloomington. No cell phones then (except on tv), all we could do was wait. I don’t remember what storms were like in NYC or Jersey. Or Boston for that matter.
I will make comparisons.
With renewed vigor, curious about what we could find, Cheshire visited 4 apartment yesterday after her work day. The last place she saw in the north of Newton, is the first floor of an owner occupied two-family, heavily wood-worked, excellent stove, 3-bedroom house. The fireplace may work and there is a place for our desks and Julia’s art supplies. I am making application. Perhaps we have found the new home. The school—it is Newton North—I will do some writing to PTB in the next month and then much more when we arrive. Perhaps that beautiful building will serve Julia well, if not, I will ask for transfer to South. Yes, more questions that I am trying to love.