oh my! where has the time gone!?
jared, marlee, and andi have returned from canada (accompanied by copious amounts of laundry - uggghhhh!). they are gorgeous and vibrant, and still mildly to acutely insane, which is to say that we love having them back. despite boiling water for rotini with pesto, hand grating vast amounts of reggiano cheese, thinly slicing fresh mozzarella, baking cakes, clanking dishes, making beds, with a small dose of nagging!
they walk into our bedroom, to find that we have added a couple of pieces of furniture for organization - and they recoil in shock, utter shock, when they see that our closets have not only been cleaned but are seemingly miraculously organized! looking like a poliform print ad!
well, in truth, this summer i have whipped the house into shape. and i realize that, beyond the necessary solstice sweep, there is something deeper happening. truly a need for 'control', mastery over the chaos that has reigned since jane's diagnosis. i methodically get to every corner of the house - eradicating all signs of disarray, creating 'systems', cleaning. our home is (however temporary) a living testament to martha stewart - books aligned by color and size, laundry folded as if it were on display at the gap, papers arranged, cupboards refreshed.
and no more so than in our own cocoon - our bedroom. everything is stowed away in neat boxes, bringing both a sense of uniformity (to the space and to our minds) whilst compartmentalizing each and every article of clothing or object. and i don't really need to make a stretch here ... it is our own response to what's happened. everything 'digested', organized, boxed, shelved, put away.
i suppose that's exactly how we think about, feel about jane's brush with breast cancer ... having passed through this 'experience', it's time to package it up and store it away. it's still (and will continue to be) a big part of our lives, but it's no longer there, front and center - we can see the forest through the trees!
jared, marlee, and andi have returned from canada (accompanied by copious amounts of laundry - uggghhhh!). they are gorgeous and vibrant, and still mildly to acutely insane, which is to say that we love having them back. despite boiling water for rotini with pesto, hand grating vast amounts of reggiano cheese, thinly slicing fresh mozzarella, baking cakes, clanking dishes, making beds, with a small dose of nagging!
they walk into our bedroom, to find that we have added a couple of pieces of furniture for organization - and they recoil in shock, utter shock, when they see that our closets have not only been cleaned but are seemingly miraculously organized! looking like a poliform print ad!
well, in truth, this summer i have whipped the house into shape. and i realize that, beyond the necessary solstice sweep, there is something deeper happening. truly a need for 'control', mastery over the chaos that has reigned since jane's diagnosis. i methodically get to every corner of the house - eradicating all signs of disarray, creating 'systems', cleaning. our home is (however temporary) a living testament to martha stewart - books aligned by color and size, laundry folded as if it were on display at the gap, papers arranged, cupboards refreshed.
and no more so than in our own cocoon - our bedroom. everything is stowed away in neat boxes, bringing both a sense of uniformity (to the space and to our minds) whilst compartmentalizing each and every article of clothing or object. and i don't really need to make a stretch here ... it is our own response to what's happened. everything 'digested', organized, boxed, shelved, put away.
i suppose that's exactly how we think about, feel about jane's brush with breast cancer ... having passed through this 'experience', it's time to package it up and store it away. it's still (and will continue to be) a big part of our lives, but it's no longer there, front and center - we can see the forest through the trees!
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