Stopped at neighborhood red light yesterday, I watched what seemed to be a Western Tanager frantically diving over traffic, then disappearing into the same section of branches atop a cottonwood. Nest? Have to say, I relate right now to that bird’s pace: frantically diving.
Our daughter “graddipated.” That’s the term our family friend Charlotte used when I did that same thing 37 years ago. Folks who have fun with words around you – hooray – they are a blessing. Well, I kept wanting to use that word “graddipated” and now I finally did, over here in my carved-out hole. It has been a “frantically diving” time.
Along with an amazing event schedule at the Museum with all the astronomical events – the Annular Eclipse and the Transit of Venus where I have worked to share neat info tidbits with the public – we have had the graduation ceremony and held a once-in-a-lifetime party at our funky old abode. Add in my freelance enviro art job last Friday nite in Santa Fe, and my 4 recent tile sales, it has resembled that Papa Bird diving for moths over traffic in the windy hot reality that is the middle Rio Grande valley. Then, this week was the 3 day orientation for daughter, (one day for mom) the too-good-to-ignore efficiency apartment that became available on Craigs List, signing lease and connecting utilities, and getting all necessary documents turned in to financial aid. And the Transit of Venus event from 2 to 8 pm Tuesday. Good ole plate-spinner life.
As we performed our “Around the Sun” puppet show again and again, the line was repeated, “Not to be seen for another 105 years … .” That sister planet (with her volcanoes, ridges, depressions, similar size) making itself present to us with its shadow cast, with a 6 hour trek, with a historical happening in the string of them over the centuries, Venus got known again to many. The cloud blanket that never recedes, the Magellan Spaceship that ‘photographed’ with radar the entire planet over 6 years in the early 90’s, no moon, a clockwise rotation and not hardly an axis tilt, the sister planet is very different. 900 degrees means the Russian Spaceship that landed on the surface needed to be built of steel.The fleeting Venus reality in front of our faces for the last time in our lifetimes so poignantly placed.
“When it rains, it pours.” Will life ever slow down? This particular “transit” time – the summer our daughter goes from our nest to her own life, albeit across town, feels slippery. Try to put on the brakes with each moment, try not to lose patience, try to savor her presence.