Exhaustion. It can arise from too much physical exertion or too much emotional stress. It can emerge from the realization that abstract wishes and dreams may not lead to concrete experiences. I blame this morning’s exhaustion on an amalgamation of causes that, taken together, make me feel a little like I had a losing altercation with a brutal prizefighter. Though I did very little of the heavy lifting involved in yesterday’s move, I feel like that’s exactly what I did. Heavy, heavy lifting.
But the stress of the day was eased, dramatically, by my sister-in-law whose rescued the day by responding to my call for help at 5:30 in the morning. And by a wonderful friend who delivered coffee and pastries a few hours later. And by another wonderful friend who offered to buy lunch and who, late in the day, came by the new house to help celebrate the launch of a new experience in a new place.
As the day wore on and the aches and pains of moving day settled in for the duration, I thought about how much I have come to depend on the generosity of people who care. That caring was so evident during the day yesterday. Some lyrics from a Greg Brown tune, Spring Wind, came to mind…
My friends are getting older
So I guess I must be too
Without their loving kindness
I don’t know what I’d do
I am too tired to keep writing. But not too tired to get back to unloading “stuff” in the car; the energy necessary to continue unloading last night just wasn’t there. I hope I have enough energy today to continue emptying the old house. It’s not an option. It’s an absolute necessity. Back to the wars.
