Here’s a link to what I wrote on this date, ten years ago. Emmi was visiting that week; here’s a photo of her with her nemesis: Alanthus.
We were without power for about a week after Sandy, maybe even a little longer, and there was a lot of tree damage in the area, but we personally had no tree, or roof, or any other property damage — we got off lucky.
Here in the present it’s a bit cloudy and drizzly, and we just got back from a morning of routine doctor visits.
Meantime, we’ve had an ant infestation over the past few days, probably as a response to the changing weather. I tried using a commercial anti-ant product on them but no luck, so yesterday I put together some internet/DIY ant bait (sugar water with borax on strategically-placed cotton balls), and it wiped them out in a day.
And one final bit of news: I am temporarily without a cello — it’s in the shop getting some bridge work done, and while it’s there I’m also getting both my bows re-haired. (Everything should be done by tomorrow.)
It’s a quiet autumn day, but things are moving along…
Thanks for the ant tip!
A lot happened in Emmi’s life in 10 years! Yours and Anne’s too!
All of us and the world too! Lotta water under all the bridges.
As you age, your perspective changes. 10 yars is shorter to me in relation to my 84 years than it was when I was 50 or 60. It seems closer, like it was just yesterday. I can’t figure the equation the equation I want. So while there’s a lot of water under the bridge, there’s less water for me compared to my lifespan. Is my philosophy off?
I do know time shrinks, goes faster, relatively speaking.
10 years is just about 1/8 of my life. Not too much difference between 74 and 84, also because everything is about the same, no big changes or milestnes.
Nothing dramatic to make me feel “that was then; this is now.”