We are in Anchorage this weekend. We flew up to watch my sister Alyx get pinned as a nurse after two years of rigorous training. That was Friday, with the usual congratulatory ceremony and dinner gathering of 16 proud friends and family at Outback Steakhouse. Saturday we awoke to a four-hour snow event. Lovely, to my way of thinking, though the sandals I brought didn't quite do the trick as footwear when we went outside. This part of Alaska is getting about 17 hours of daylight right now, so we went to bed before dark! In June, this part of the country will have 22 hours of daylight.
Meanwhile, Seattle is expecting an 80-degree day with bright blue skies and sunshine. Unseasonably warm and wonderful. I see Facebook pictures of our son and his family on their new boat, out on the water to celebrate spring. I look at the forecast for the next week and it is almost all sunshine. I can do this! I think I'll finally be able to stand outside and pressure wash the lower deck.
Until I was about 50 I was unaffected by weather, or hours of darkness and light. I wonder sometimes why I'm sensitive to it now. Whatever the reason, I need to honor that in myself, annoying though it is.
I think I'm back to my normal self after a few weeks in a transition kind of place. Coming home from Arizona, where it was sunny and I was physically and intellectually and socially active, to Seattle, where April set a record for rain and my life was simpler, was way harder than I'd expected. I'll keep that in mind next year so I'm kinder to myself when I'm in the in-between space.
I've felt quite supported by my home community and my virtual one. Thanks to those of you who suggested I slow down or give it time.
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