Spring-ing

On days like this I feel so damn good I try to squelch my pessimistic side from telling me I might be bipolar (and if I am? So what?). So there: got that out of the way. Now I can go on writing about how great I feel today, this moment, and celebrate it.

I've had one of those beautiful Bozeman mornings where I talk to or see friends from around town, and they fill me with gratitude for life's many blessings.

Sure, I woke up too late this morning to take advantage of my generous, environmentally conscious sister-in-law Sarah's offer to pick up Felix on their way to preschool.

But Felix woke up smiling.

Sure, I got him to school at the latest time ever (he's supposed to be there by 9am). But standing there chatting outside school were two other mothers I like, and one of them had her adopted baby girl in the stroller with her. Her older daughter is Felix's classmate at preschool. She was excited to hear me tell her I'd been in touch with the woman who manages adoptions through Lutheran Social Services here in town. We agreed to talk soon. I'm really interested in hearing about her experience and getting to know her family.

I took Genki on a walk down the Linear Trail after parking the car at the public library. I ran into an old neighbor I hadn't seen in years. The sun was out, a reward for yesterday's rainy 40-degrees. I crossed a bridge over the creek to head downtown. I stopped to look at the creek gurgling, and listen to the robins tootling, a downy woodpecker pecking, chickadees chirping high up in the tall, leafless aspens.

As I walked by the condo of our friends Annie and Maxwell, I called Maxwell on my cell phone. We've been out of touch for too long. We will meet up this weekend, after not seeing them since December at the house they bought and are renovating.

I called up my friend Frances, whose daughter Emerson died last August two days after her birth. We've met a few times at each others' houses for hours of uplifting conversation. Now she has a contract job organizing a science and nature festival in the Bitterroot mountains, where scientists will come to do fieldwork and the public will be invited to see the animals and plants at a nature reserve in the Lee Metcalf wilderness. A beautiful place, she said. I can't wait to bring Felix and Dan to the festival in June--I've been to Missoula and driven through the Bitterroot on the interstate, but never been inside its wonders.

Then my neighbor Sanna called. She and her husband Pete have a sweet 16-month-old daughter, Stina, and Felix and I might get to have her over today! Stina's big sister Oskaria died two hours after her birth in July 2006 of a genetic disorder.

Downtown, I stopped at the Montana Fish Company and bought yellowtail collar to fry, ahi tuna and tobiko "flying fish" roe for sushi rolls, and a bottle of red rice ale made in Ibaraki, Japan. I've never had red rice ale--a new adventure for me!

I went to the store Shoefly owned by Michelle, my friend and neighbor. I bought some potpourri and a lovely candle dish decorated with dragonflies for Shirley. I hadn't seen Michelle for months either. We talked about gardening and how much fun she had harvesting potatoes one autumn in Manhattan, and how I was nervous about whether or not I should start some tomatoes from seed and try to grow a whole bunch in Dave and Jen's backyard, formerly Shirley's. I'm a spring-fever gardener: I'm all gung-ho at the beginning of the season, then burn out at the end. Also, the last time I tried a serious vegetable garden was the summer of 2006, when it was a billion degrees out, I was pregnant with Elise, and visited Shirley often in the hospital while she went through her TWO colostomy surgeries--one that landed her in the ICU.

Shirley lives next door now--hooray!--and told me yesterday she wants to grow tomatoes too. Of course, I still need to ask Jen and Dave if it's okay to grow a garden on their land. But if not, I'll still try containers and Shirley's raised bed in the yard of the house she rents from us.

Arriving back at the library after Genki's and my 2-hour meet and greet around town, an elderly man stopped me to chat outside after I said good morning to him. He was all smiles: "They had a storytime for the kids in there and sang 'Bah Bah Black Sheep.' Then the storyteller took the kids out to see a 2-year-old ewe and her lambs. Ohhh, the kids were so excited. A little girl petted a lamb and the lamb said 'BAH!' and she said 'BAH!' back, and it was the greatest thing!" "We sure have a beautiful library," I said to him as we parted.

And we do. It was finished the October before Elise died. It has gorgeous glue-lam timbers and skylights on its vaulted ceilings. Outside the windows are the magnificent evergreens in Lindley Park.

And like the rest of our fantastic town, I always see someone I know, or someone who returns my smile.