Just now, I reached under the sink to toss some plastic in my recycle bin. The bowl of mouse poison down there–which has been there, untouched, since my last visitor departed–is suddenly empty.
Whatever ate the poison will soon be dead, but I guess this means I better clean my apartment. This is the second time some unwanted creature showed up when I was tired and I let the dirty dishes sit.
I have started getting the Valley News on weekends. They called me repeatedly until I relented. I used to work for a newspaper, and I know how hard it is for papers these days, they need subscribers, and guess I felt guilty. But weekends is all I have time for.
I took my Sunday paper out to the Woodstock Village Green in front of my apartment. I sat there on a shady bench with some very, very strong coffee I made and carried out in my brand-new “Vermont: We were green before green was cool” aluminum travel mug. Continue reading
Long, long ago (it seems), I said I would post more photos from my half-climb up the trail on Mount Tom one Sunday in April. I’m sure no one was waiting for them, but I don’t like to say I’ll do something and then not do it. So I revisited the photos. Almost every single one is an artistically framed shot of the mossy path. Who needs to see 140 pictures of a path? Continue reading
I saw a mouse walk out of my living room on Sunday. It had huge eyes. It was just huge in general, compared to the cute little field mice I used to see in Minnesota. The mouse just sort of ambled along–and then it saw me watching and it ran behind the refrigerator. I’ve never had to deal with this before. Continue reading
I’m still hardly able to believe it. Last week, on Monday night, Mom called me with details of a post she found on JobsInVT.com. By Thursday, I was renting a car to drive to Vermont for an interview (after not driving for nearly three years!) and by that evening, I had been offered the position. I’ll be starting April 12 as an editorial assistant at LongHill Partners, a spiritual book group that includes Skylight Paths and Jewish Lights Publishing–in a beautiful setting in the mountains.
Yesterday at Mass, the first reading included a passage from Isaiah 43 that is close to my heart:
“Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old. I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert” (Isa 43: 18-19, NRSV). Continue reading