it was a weekend of early mornings, full days with john, and catching up with one another from the week lost to a new routine. it was good. friday evening was hard – my tears arrived with his arrival home, but hugs, tenderness, and conversation soothed me toward acceptance and gratitude. we knew this would be hard, but it feels we are tugging and pulling our way to OK. i do believe and feel that this next week will be better than last, and so it will carry on.
late friday we were awakened by exactly 5 gunshots outside. the next morning we learned that one of the tenants in the building next to ours was struck by one of the bullets that traveled through her window and into her leg. she is alive and well, but still, a very real reminder of where we live. that very same day john’s bike was stolen. how strange to feel so fortunate and deeply thankful for our lives (even in the midst of change) in the company and neighborhood of people who apparently don’t trust the value of LIFE. i will never understand. and quite honestly, it makes me continue to count the days when we can get out of oakland, california. although i feel cautiously safe here, i would be lying if i said i didn’t worry about finding myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time. it seems we’re racking up a whole storybook on the crazy tales of “when we lived in oakland….”
enough of worry. really, this is where i am tonight: i feel rejuvenated from the weekend, ready to begin the week with a full heart, on my own, and with a fairly heavy to-do list of things i love to do: business/book stuff. art stuff. meetings with friends stuff. hospital work stuff. a new workout routine with a friend stuff. and lots of telephone conversations with my far away husband who’s heart i never seem to get enough of.
oh yes, and a bit of good news. i was accepted into this fabulous san francisco art festival.
all is well.