A lot has been happening. Most important, no matter what, is that D finally - finally! went to her prom. And she was lovely I never was that pretty when young. And on the very next day she cut her hair 🙄
Autunm is here in full force. Leaves are all fallen and ground is yellow, I'm still foraging mushrooms, yellowfoots and chanterelles. I've tacled the 11,5kg pumpkin and now I've been left with 10 litres of aronia berries. Mead? Jam with brandy? Freezers a full to the brim so I need to figure out something that doesn't include adding something in freezers.
I've found myself in my first ever EU position. I've worked in EU projects before, but this is more permanent. I'm just happy that I can't travel for now because of covid. Two years ago I thought my future was somewhere between cow dung and harvesters! But just like Forrest Gump said, life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you'll get. But I DO love cows and harvesters... I have wowed I'll never leave them completely.
But on much much darker note, my father in law is just hours or days away of passing away. He has terminal cancer and is now on palliative care, he still eats a little, but his only medication is strong painkillers, actually he's getting morphine. He's way over 90 and had been poorly over three or four years now, so this is to be expected, but his death will still be a great loss.
Hb's family is one of those families where everything is someone else's fault, and I know that fil's death will cause not only much sorrow and sadness but also a lot of bad words and fighting. I admire my fil, in his own way he is a great man, but I'm also aware of his darker side, which I can't talk about even with hb. Mil has shared those things with me, but hb refuses to see any flaws in his father, which is understandable.
Everything has a season, autunm is a season of death, loss and leaving things behind, giving up. But autunm is also a season to prepare to new seasons, groundwork for spring is done in autunm. Without autunm there will be no winter and no spring. Our next month is actually named month of death.
