Days 98 & 99: There has been calm. It makes it sound as if this should be a rather boring piece of writing. Scribbling about the placid. When did we learn to think that drama-free equals boring? I have been to drama. It is not an experience that I need. Today has a very small tale to tell: I drove to work talking to the full moon and reciting things for which I am grateful. I drove home talking to by daughter on nifty new earphone thingies that were an unexpected gift from a friend. I listened to my daughter’s hard day and some of her drama. And the thought that brought tears to my eyes was that she has a lover who understands her and cares deeply for her. I can release some of that mommy-fear about my adult daughter’s unhappy day 1500 miles from home. I can trust her, her girlfriend, and myself and release it. And keep my own calm. Tonight I didn’t eat dinner. I didn’t work on anything. I re-filled the bird feeder and passed out dog treats. And I did something I wouldn’t have done a while back–identified myself. There was an email from our neighborhood chat board. Folks were asking about the free libraries by the park, talking about what a treat they are and that they could use a paint job. And they wanted to know who put them there. I confessed. It felt good and it felt connected. No fireworks. Just calm.