Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Poem for Wednesday and Brookside Flowers

I Years Had Been From Home
By Emily Dickinson

I years had been from home,   
And now, before the door,   
I dared not open, lest a face   
I never saw before   
 
Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.   
My business,—just a life I left,   
Was such still dwelling there?   
 
I fumbled at my nerve,   
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,   
And broke against my ear.   
 
I laughed a wooden laugh   
That I could fear a door,   
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked before.   
 
I fitted to the latch   
My hand, with trembling care,   
Lest back the awful door should spring,   
And leave me standing there.
 
I moved my fingers off   
As cautiously as glass,   
And held my ears, and like a thief   
Fled gasping from the house.

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Months after the leak that required the new roof and major upheaval in our home, Daniel's childhood bedroom once again has a closet! The room has been painted, so nothing has been replaced yet (and there are lots of things that need to be sorted for donation or shipping to Seattle), but we have insulation in the ceiling again so it won't be painfully cold or hot in there if we want to have guests and there isn't any exposed wood. Unfortunately, this took all day, so I did not get out even when the rain stopped.

When the painters finally left, we ate leftovers while watching the season finale of The Flash, which was reasonably satisfying though I wasn't as moved as I suspect the producers hoped -- I don't think I'm capable of crying over superhero deaths, they come back too often during sweeps months. Then we watched The 100, those kids just can't catch a break though at least they're resilient, and Fosse/Verdon, which is always superbly done and heartbreaking. Here are flowers from Brookside Gardens last weekend:

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