#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Wave woke me with spiders. Transformer spiders. He and his mother awake before me. I saw him wheel my empty suitcase, the one I’d left out to pack, out of the room. Later his mother told me he wheeled it into her room, knocking on the door, and saying, “Papa’s home!” in Papa’s voice. He was Frank coming home from his business trip. Frank and I cross paths tomorrow on flights. I depart for San Francisco, and he arrives home from Paris. I am off to see my dear friend for a few days and then down to LA to the AWP annual writing conference. I had the day to pack and prep and run errands, water plants, and choose outfits. And play a little bit with Wave. I walked in the rain. I passed eight mallards, couples, at the river, who burst into flight. Then, a few more dozen at another river landing! Dozens of mallards on the river today! I had a swim and hurried to a meeting of the group of psychologists and therapists who have been leading groups for Ukrainian therapists. We meet every few months, and it’s fascinating to get to be with this remarkable International group of volunteers. I did no writing today. I hope to get a poem worked on tomorrow on the plane. I imagine when I get home there will be things here in bloom. Thanks to the rain. First time traveling without saying goodbye to Charlie, looking sad, as I got out the door after saying goodbye.