Fall before Summer Ends

In which our Hero’s troubles are eased and his sorrows even more

As a leaf on the wind, so easily the difficulties shrink from my attention raised in anger. Even while I tried to write down the list, the pieces on the gameboard were in play and so much changes so fast.

I’ve said no to the hockey game. it’s easier to risk a mild offense and pretend to be busy than to deal with the various risks of being present, even before my lack of interest in the company comes into play.

The new accountant has finally engaged. It looks like I may have just been the victim of an ill-timed technology glitch. Not to say that I believe that story, but I have done business with these people before, and they have the ability to smooth my path. Frankly, however irritating it has been to engage them, the relief at having a clear path is indescribable. Of course, now I have to gather my books and my minutes and listen to how I’m no-doubt doing everything about my accounting wrong.

The work situation has crystallized a little, too. The job stuff is still in the air, but in terms of day-to-day, I feel like I have made myself a much clearer direction, and the intensity is refreshing. Today I spent my day successfully resolving a major defect, just in time to catch the next system refresh. Invisible heroic, nobody will appreciate that I did this with no knowledge, nor the elegance of my fix.

And last, I had two relations both dealing with a serious cancer. And now there’s only one.

Willow and Spaz’s fathers are both on a plane tonight, to get home to their sister for the funeral of her son. I think other siblings are also converging at home. The web of consanguinity tripped even me up, so that I wondered for a moment why they would bother. But then, of course they would. And good for them.

My lost boy was pack with Willow and her brother when they were young. It’s a relationship unimaginable to me, that sibling connection I know but without the gulf of years. Willow is indrawn and brittle, her parents are wrecked. No doubt they are also considering what random chance or the grace of God has dealt to this broad tuft of the family tree.

Me, I’m okay. The fact that this is an equivalent relation to Willow jars me a little, and that he was 20, so young. But I don’t know him, so I wonder if I shouldn’t feel something more and turn away to other things.