--while I consider what has happened, what will happen, and all that other stuff that goes into someone's life. Nothing bad, nothing evil or even very noteworthy beyond the personal, but right now the memory banks are on overload (which happens, heaven help us all) and I need to plow through that; the garden needs cleanup-for-winter very soon, the lawn needs a serious haircut, and the eternal woodpile, while it shrinketh, doesn't shrinketh enough without some human intervention.
Sometimes intervention is necessary, but most of the time the best thing anyone can do is wait while it sorts itself out. I have friends who are going through difficult times right now; much of what they are dealing with is personal, and painful. Hard to watch, harder to be in the middle of. There is nothing I can do for them except listen and love them and let them know that.
When we were kids the big thing was double-dutch jump rope. Two jumpropes, synchronized by the girls at either end, and the jumper was expected to time her own entry into that swirling pair of ropes precisely--and start jumping over both ropes as they whizzed under your feet. How we did that without garroting ourselves I have no idea. That's what memory is like, in a way. All of it coming at you at once, some days, and you know the only way to deal with some of the harder stuff is to just jump in and start moving through it.