Oh consors. I would not stretch you too thin, if you have other, more urgent needs, is all.
(I am not fussing, Toshenka, except that I have eyes and ears and a heart that loves you. And I know there was more to this week than I will ever be told, but as I've said to you, whatever help I can be, I am as glad to give to you as you are to me.)
Friday. With marzipan and coffee and excellent pastries, and all the fortitude we both can find, then. I just keep thinking about patterns. And supernovae. And many other things.
There - oh, I will say it here, I think. I keep thinking back to Chloe, this spring. The obituary brought it back. Her life in so few lines.
Back in school, she took Divination. And she shrugged it off and laughed it away, but in all the forms, she never saw a long and happy life. Just - nothing. It wasn't her warning me off, that last time. (Not like December.) It was her trying to find her way through what that meant. Might mean.
All I can come to, all I come back to is this: knowing - your teaching - will give me more choices. But also that all my choices are to make the most of today, because tomorrow may change everything. It is a poor philosophy, in some ways. And very selfish, maybe. But it may just serve.
(On that note, my choice of the moment is to go downstairs for an hour or two with my husband before climbing up again to teach.)
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(I am not fussing, Toshenka, except that I have eyes and ears and a heart that loves you. And I know there was more to this week than I will ever be told, but as I've said to you, whatever help I can be, I am as glad to give to you as you are to me.)
Friday. With marzipan and coffee and excellent pastries, and all the fortitude we both can find, then. I just keep thinking about patterns. And supernovae. And many other things.
There - oh, I will say it here, I think. I keep thinking back to Chloe, this spring. The obituary brought it back. Her life in so few lines.
Back in school, she took Divination. And she shrugged it off and laughed it away, but in all the forms, she never saw a long and happy life. Just - nothing. It wasn't her warning me off, that last time. (Not like December.) It was her trying to find her way through what that meant. Might mean.
All I can come to, all I come back to is this: knowing - your teaching - will give me more choices. But also that all my choices are to make the most of today, because tomorrow may change everything. It is a poor philosophy, in some ways. And very selfish, maybe. But it may just serve.
(On that note, my choice of the moment is to go downstairs for an hour or two with my husband before climbing up again to teach.)