Each year, in springtime, I commit to a comprehensive T2 cleaning. It’s usually spread over a few days with Day 1 always starting with the triannual refrigerator defrosting. Perhaps it’s because it is my least favorite cleaning task and I know that once starting it, I have committed to the no-turning-back process. The best part is the ritual that ends with putting the fresh new box of baking soda in place and writing the date on the duct tape patch on the inside the refrigerator door.
I’m writing this blog on my birthday and I have been given the most exquisite of gifts: a morning of solitude in T2, our sanctuary. I’ve been reading poetry and found two snippets from poems that fit my reflection today. Stanley Kunitz, at the age of 79 mused, “Maybe it’s time for me to practice growing old. The way I look at it, I’m passing through a phase…” while Billy Collins, at the age of 70, whimsically observed, “One bright morning in a restaurant in Chicago as I waited for my eggs and toast, I opened the Tribune only to discover that I was the same age as Cheerios”. Continue reading