January 24, 2026
The rookery at 10:34 a.m. 7 degrees.
Otters have been playing at the rookery.
Arrived to at least 20 bluebirds and otter holes and tracks.
What a wonderful surprise.
I started thinking about car stories instead of love stories. Of course there is some overlap, but the car that I liked the least that I owned was a 1972 Dodge van that was bright red. I bought this van because I had this crazy idea while I was pregnant that I would run away in a van with a bed and a small refrigerator in it. I don't know how long I actually owned it. But Paul and I drove it to Cornell College in Iowa at the end of January 1973. Somehow my mother believed sending me off to college a month after I gave my daughter up was a smart idea. So I took this whirlwind trip across the country and when I returned we packed up the van and drove to Mt Vernon, just the 2 of us, I think it snowed through most of Pennsylvania. I'm not sure how much crying I actually did, but we arrived and I was placed in a dorm. My roommate didn't show up. I was so frightened. Paul flew home and I tried to matriculate. A week later I fell down a fire escape and hurt my inner ear. I was sent home, leaving my van with the one friend I'd made. She got to use that van for a couple of months until a friend who was living in Chicago was willing to go out and get it and drive it home to Connecticut. Somewhere in there someone had an accident in it. When it got back to me my dream of being a vagabond in a red van was gone, completely.
I don't remember how long I kept the van. I worked at the Jr. High School that semester and went on to Norwalk Community College in the Fall of 73. I think I sold the van immediately and used Mom's car to commute to school. The truth of the matter is I have very few memories of 1973. It is kind of a big hole to this day, including the demise of the red van. I know the refrigerator was kept. But the only actual memory of driving it is on Rt 80 in the snow and feeling really unsafe. Paulie, was it bad in the snow or was I just unsafe?
I went and did the puzzles today. I didn't finish either of them; can a weeks break from them destroy ones puzzle skills? I couldn't figure it out.
Then I drove over to the canal and revisited the swans. If you watch them long enough you can see what Tchaikovsky was influenced by. Something like over 5000 muscles in their necks and the movement is hypnotic.
I ended today with Chinese delivery, an expense I won't do again for a million years, it cost me twice as much as it would've a year ago. That's ridiculous. Oh well, I'll get at least 2 meals out of it, but I won't be falling for that urge again. But I wanted to party in celebration of the car. It was not easy figuring out how to do it, but talking about an illustration of "it takes a village" and I have such a wonderful village. Kevin told me the experience brought him joy. I love that idea. I love that the interactions of the entire process brought him joy as he discovered new people, newness in general.
THANKS EVERYONE!!!!!!
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