Interregnum
When Zach was here for the weekend in mid-July, he noticed that the plants in front of our new place were showing signs of neglect.
Back in Brooklyn, the yard was Zach's domain. He planted the daffodils and tulips, seeded and mowed the lawn, trained the wisteria along the fence, and cultivated an herb garden. He created a beautiful outdoor oasis, which I enjoyed and admired but toward which I contributed absolutely nothing.
So when the move to LA turned out to be more overwhelming than anticipated, and I had to start triaging my day-to-day life, it was easy to put "water plants" in the "not absolutely critical" column. The plants weren't even ours—they were here when we arrived. And while I'm not proud of the fact that I have let them deteriorate, when Zach called me on it I was unapologetic. I knew that once he arrived for good, they'd be well tended. And compared to the other things I'd been neglecting—this blog chief among them—the plants didn't even chart.
Posting has been sparse here mainly because my limited energy has been overmatched by the move, the new job, the after-effects of the sewage backup, and the general trials and tribulations of living a completely unsettled life at the other end of the continent from the man I love. And while writing my way through all of that would no doubt have helped me find my footing a bit sooner, it also would have made for spectacularly dull and, I fear, rather whiny posts (um, kind of like this one).
Though it would be premature to say that life has returned to the Knower version of normal, things are most definitely looking up.
Zach is here now, and today is the first full day of our new life in LA.
He's already watered the plants out front.
Back in Brooklyn, the yard was Zach's domain. He planted the daffodils and tulips, seeded and mowed the lawn, trained the wisteria along the fence, and cultivated an herb garden. He created a beautiful outdoor oasis, which I enjoyed and admired but toward which I contributed absolutely nothing.
So when the move to LA turned out to be more overwhelming than anticipated, and I had to start triaging my day-to-day life, it was easy to put "water plants" in the "not absolutely critical" column. The plants weren't even ours—they were here when we arrived. And while I'm not proud of the fact that I have let them deteriorate, when Zach called me on it I was unapologetic. I knew that once he arrived for good, they'd be well tended. And compared to the other things I'd been neglecting—this blog chief among them—the plants didn't even chart.
Posting has been sparse here mainly because my limited energy has been overmatched by the move, the new job, the after-effects of the sewage backup, and the general trials and tribulations of living a completely unsettled life at the other end of the continent from the man I love. And while writing my way through all of that would no doubt have helped me find my footing a bit sooner, it also would have made for spectacularly dull and, I fear, rather whiny posts (um, kind of like this one).
Though it would be premature to say that life has returned to the Knower version of normal, things are most definitely looking up.
Zach is here now, and today is the first full day of our new life in LA.
He's already watered the plants out front.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 8:23 PM
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