With the river ritual now occupying so much of personal understanding of time passing I’d forgotten that the months of the year matter as well.
I was somehow very surprised to receive an abundance of mail and emails reminding me of billing cycles and monthly needs to maintain my household.
Skobeth was delighted with the pile of regulation white envelopes brought home from the post office. She sat on them and pushed them around the table, her pupils expanding as the letters and bills scattered around the room, falling as she lost herself in a fun, new game.
I went through each letter end email one by one categorizing the bills that needed paying, from the ones that needed cancelling.
I hadn’t even set up my tv yet, why am I paying for streaming services?
I’ve been here three months and the treeline is the only entertainment I really need anymore.
The treeline and Skobeth.