Red is in the Land Too

Good gracious I have neglected this blog for far too long. Well, I wouldn't say neglect, I've thought about writing several times over the past month, but I quickly become overwhelmed by just how much I want to share. In the spirit of moving forward, the past month will go, more or less, undocumented. I return the blogosphere in the here and now...

Tuesdays seem to be my preferred writing day. I find this interesting as Tuesday is my least favorite day of the week. Tuesday is my arch-nemesis. Seriously, I have my reasons.

This morning started off in true Tuesday fashion. One of the very first calls I picked up was an upset (to say the least) father who openly told me he did not feel the need to treat me with respect because he wasn't treated with respect by the department I work in. He explained this over and over agaign all in a very rational manner almost as if I should agree with him that he shouldn't have to treat me with respect. I mean, because that's normal, right? Wrong.

I had to pause here, roll my chair around and soak in the sunshine that was pouring through the large window behind me. *sigh* I returned to the phone to continue to accept, apologize, ammend, and try try try again to move forward in the conversation.

I cling to sunshine; I crave it -- just can't get enough. I find rest and comfort in it.

Tuesday I spend my lunch hour outside wearing sunglasses, taking off my cardigan and letting my shoes fall to the step below. I pop purple grapes while I re-read Susanna's masterpiece. Jagged with Love is beautifully unexpected...

"red is in the land too, is in the the way we look at eachother, the hardness

of our sleep, the need to fall down, to tell of the pox that swept Aunt Jess,

the drink that ushers Father, the path that never leads to wealth or rest

or health - the the one we always take. Shalom, we say Buena Suerte."

Susanna's words strung so perfectly, so effortlessly together hold meaning.

On my lunch break, during the busyness of Tuesday afternoon, I think of book club. I look forward to an evening with dear friends, a spring dinner, maybe an Allagash on the patio. It will be delightful. We might even talk about books.

And then I have a hard time remembering why I hold such a distaste for Tuesdays.