Big Day.

apple tree stump

My housemates are getting married today. Good on ’em. Should be lots of fun – small wedding, plenty of funky people. My fourth date attempt managed to stick. 🙂 Sherry will be accompanying me, and even said she’d wear something clingy. w00t! Heh.

At this point in their relationship, Chris and Teresa have spent more time apart than together. They met in July, and in August she headed back off to Korea for another year of teaching. They saw each other for three weeks at Christmas, and another week or so in March, but that was it until June when she moved back and in with us. (And she’s been here since.) Long distance is a bitch. This I know in spades.

This fall, at Word on the Street, Chris did a reading. One of his poems was about trying to survive the distance and time apart. Its main symbol was a tree in our backyard. We had three at the time: a cherry, a mountain ash, and some sort of ornamental crab apple. The apple tree had been dying for a couple of years, and finally gave up the ghost this year. No leaves, and the bark started to fall off in crumbs and chunks. Finally one weekend Chris’ dad came down and chainsawed it into tidy piles of kindling. No more tree.

Stump’s still there, though. A home to intrepid snails and enterprising fungi. I thought it looked pretty good. And a reminder to enjoy how wonderful things can be, even more acutely so after they’ve been hard enough that you relate to a stump in your backyard. 🙂

L’chaim!

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