SOGGY SPRING DAYS
The Stone Sage Lion is disgusted with any number of things and for lots of reasons. He wasn’t even that amused when I stumbled across a brick on the other end of the terrace with his own name on it, in raised letters…SAGE! I put it next to him as a peace offering. He would have none of it. Although Susan thinks he might have been slightly curious when she took a photo of him with his own brick.
I have been off the terrace and not really much in the mood to be writing From this Terrace. Whining about weather in Manhattan at the same time the mighty Mississippi is on a rampage taking away homes, endangering human and animal life and destroying food sources from the land and the waters, hardly seems appropriate. Yet, some sort of explanation of absence is needed.
Soggy days without a break is the reason for the Stone Sage Lion’s growling. He has grown quiet – perhaps he has decided it’s time to build an ark and float away on it and into another reality.
My silence is because I’ve had swampy lungs. What else to call what happens to me when the mysteries of my autoimmune disease settle into the respiratory system? It’s about as humorous or inventive as I can get. A wise friend once told me you can push your way through almost any form of pain, disease or disability and keep going for a time (she was unwell with a serious condition) if you kept your goals in mind. Then she added there was only one exception to her rule: respiratory distress. When you can’t breathe well and need all sorts of aides and lung-toys to help you to do that, your motivation to do anything except catch a breath diminishes to …. almost zero. So that’s my story From This Terrace for today. It’s not an excuse but it is an explanation.
A couple of weeks ago just as I began to swim around in my own deep waters, Manhattan started its deluge season. My friend Sam captured this moment just before an enormous downpour. It matched my mood then and it’s been one that has stayed with me. However, I’m emerging.
The Stone Sage Lion will take in the sun soon enough and come to enjoy his SAGE Brick.
And then I’ll tell you the story of that brick.
And my swampy lungs will dry out thanks to the medical miracles of infusion chemistry. We will go forward together into the rest of the first year of the second decade of the 21st century.
Until soon, very soon, AB and the SSL