Curiosity

When a week stretches on as this one has reached, my sense of time stretches as well. Came home, ate, slept until my alarm chime,chime,chimed. Perhaps only an hour of overtime, after all is counted, distributed in lumps and gouts and lapses. Home with a mug of tea in my paw by 4, as I hoped, watching how the schedule played out. Sometimes I get very good at estimating, sometimes not so much. Worked very diligently on not complaining, blaming nor suffering, just dealing and acting and doing the job in front of me. Still worn, but not heart abraded, my emotions left serene.





Finding the winter light rushing in the edges, through the windows, to be a delight of the House. Golden evenings, slipping in the edges, under the eaves and blinds. There was this last January, but October light has it's own charms.

I rake the leaves onto the garden plot, and pour water from the buckets under the eaves onto the salty soil. Let it all rest, time enough for growth later.

We applied for a lower (in line with purchase price) house value to improve our taxes, got it, then got a letter with the new value, but the old taxes. Called. Woman on the phone so kind, so clear, there had been a mistake, they knew, it would be corrected. I approached her with a calm curiosity, but I think she would have sounded the same if I had screamed abuse. Still, how centered she must be to work for the tax commission, and be so... sweet. Genuinely dulcet. I can only imagine some of the angry people she must have to deal with, daily. Took my breath away, even as I tried to match her tone.

I made sure to send an email to that office, to commend her professionalism and kindness. Seemed meager, all I could do. I shall meditate on her, and consider her my lesson.


Got the corrected, lower, tax assessment today. I can only imagine the rush to get that out, as the problem seemed to be universal, and must have generated a plethora of angry calls.