The blowing, sideways rains of November have returned this October. When I got out of the hot tub I smelled worse than when I got in, a combination of bromine and chlorine you’re not supposed to mix, the smell of stifled eggs. The frogs think it’s spring and sound like sockets ratcheting. The wind turned the trees to wooly mammoths with their trunks thrown up and undersides exposed, the whites of their eyes rolled back. There are mushrooms growing out of the sides of them the size of bistro tables, like album art from a Yes record, the early ’70s. Lightning struck one and split the base, the bark peeled back like skin, and I could swear it was a face in the tree, or maybe only I saw it.
I went back to work and waited in the lobby for an escort in. I worried the blazer was too much but was glad to see a couple others wearing the same when I arrived, Portuguese, on their tablets.
The best part, and I didn’t expect this, was walking into the new work area as a contractor, not a full-time employee, but how familiar it felt, how nice everyone seemed, they needed my help. There was a guy from Germany and a woman from France and I was able to say I’ve lived in both of your countries, and that was a good place to start.
I took Friday off for Dawn’s birthday but spent a couple hours on Saturday on a slide. It didn’t seem like I was working on the weekend, there are no weekends. My last two years have felt like one long weekend and there is no end without a week, they all run together.
I bought a desk from IKEA that cranks up so you can stand or sit, and put it in a corner by the windows in our bedroom. The bedroom desk is the work desk and the sofa in the den is where I write for fun. I walked to the lake and sat on a rock and wrote a poem about the trees, how the limbs fanned the air and spun like some large beast. The water was like glass, slate gray, and the trees turned upside down. I called a guy about firewood and made arrangements to meet him. I got cash for the gardener and a gift for Dawn’s birthday. I stayed up later than I should because in some ways, I didn’t want it to end.