While unmaking the oversized leather sofa and restoring it to its former spilled-milk, freez-popped, baking soda upchuck-absorbed unglory (like its accompanying leather-like chairs and their almost matching ottomans that have been youngster-peeled upon the least shred beginning), I thought of how the repairs of the winter have not yet begun, and how much I wish they could do so. I have given up on the sofa (we may just keep it for life, like the brontosauran file cabinet of a piano), but not so the Spring.
This winter has been so bad, even worse than the usual constant gray and white like old clapboard slats on something only in poverello sectors — auto accidents, illnesses over and over throughout the house for every age person from 4 mo. to 65 years, kids homehomehome from canceled school (“bored!”), the frequent hernia-tweaking shoveling for him, the wanting something and never finding it and settling for midnight shrimp cocktail and notebook paper for her — I’m already dreading next winter.
Winter repairs cannot yet begin, for there is still winter covering much of the enormous shocking-blue tarp that was awaiting (at least) two fold-ers a few months ago. Winter is still covering much of what signals greater life. Yards. Back yards, side yards. The deck is meaningless (to me) if the yard is white, and the river, too. My eyes need somewhere to sit, or my spirit will yawn and nod off. (Unless it’s 8° F. And *breezy* — like being on the ocean without benefit of wave visuals and audio.)
And then, daughter messages the brand new arrival of “Petey” at her and hubby’s Midwest home today, who is pretty much a clone of our JJ — but we never saw our Big Jay this little. He would’ve looked identical, which made me bawl — and let my eyes find somewhere to sit. My spirit, too, because I can’t help thinking that JJ got another chance at life. I also can’t help thinking that these two who came to marriage with one child each now grown, and who couldn’t have more, now have their new baby. Their new life. This is a wondrous gift they’ve given to one another. (And maybe to JJ. We’ll never know, will we?!)