Delia has a new job. And we have a new old car.
Everything is always a gamble.
Waking up so so early these mornings. The cold the wind the snow the hail.
The power outages. The batteries dying. The risk of not making it no matter how many hours ahead of time you leave.
The warmth the comfort the new routines. Walking to the shop together to pick up the car that is not fixed. Walking under beautiful old unfruitful chokecherry trees in full bloom. Wanting to just stop and stand there and stare at the way these trees have grown and what they look like under the sky right now, and always be glad for how good and hard we have it.
