Since last March, I’ve been to Oregon.
Oregon where my son saw the ocean for the second time
Oregon where we walked on the beach and collected driftwood and rocks and fragments of shell
Oregon where we watched whales from our living room window
Oregon where we ate cherries and blueberries grown just a few miles up the coast.
Since last March, my son turned fifteen.
Fifteen and got his driver’s permit
Fifteen and now I have a chauffeur every time I go to the store
Fifteen but decided he wanted to be fourteen again
Fourteen we’re calling him now. He’ll try fifteen again next year.
Since last March, I’ve said goodbye
Goodbye to Puck, gentle giant, Mr. Oblivious, born therapy cat, photogenic recipient of many nicknames
Goodbye to two writer’s notebooks
Goodbye to morning routines that didn’t serve me
Goodbye to old resentments and misunderstandings, to doubts and hurt feelings.
Since last March I’ve said hello.
Hello to four new kittens, a little feral family tamed over several summer months, now my constant companions
Hello to daily writing, daily reading, daily yoga
Hello to this new writer’s notebook, filled with pages of possibilities
Hello to 45, a good number, not young but not old either.
I borrowed the Since Last March format from Fran McVeigh.