An exciting morning: the city forestry men came, at last, to deal with a city tree in my front yard. It had a huge branch extending over the street and its hydro wires, and I’ve waited two years for them to come. I thought they would only cut the branch, but they said the tree is dead and took it right down. Much chain-sawing with great skill. The vast mama maple is still there, but her baby is no more. And that’s a relief.
While all that happened, Tiggy and I watched another spectacle: raccoons mating in a neighbour’s tree. They found it awkward to find the right position way up there, but once they started, they went at it for some time, much writhing and quivering. Apparently the males mate widely but the females will only mate with one male per season. There will be some Cabbagetown babes in two months.
Sam came over briefly on his way to a sleep clinic nearby. He has physical troubles at night, and they’re checking his heart and other parts. Thank you, Tommy Douglas.
And yesterday I had an hour-long interview with Lisa Lucca, who has a radio show in New Mexico – where it’s warm. She’s a memoirist and writing coach too, an interesting, lively woman. Link here soon.
Second class of Life Stories I last night, first class of Life Stories II tonight. Fabulous. In sweatpants in my kitchen.
A card from dear friend Nick Rice about Midlife Solo: “Thank you for a beautiful, moving, funny, and effortless read in your inimitable voice. It is fabulous. I didn’t want it to end.” Thank you! Several people have said the same thing, which is immensely satisfying. Let’s hope they feel the same about the next book, which I’ve very tentatively begun.
Anna’s boys are both very sick with flu. It’s snowing. But there are many birds clustered at the feeder. We are all alive.