July 10, 2025
Thursday
This has been an odd weather day .
We've had thunderstorms all week...some with deluge... some were drier.
Today dawned gray and somewhat foreboding , yet plans with a friend
for a meal out were to be carried out , nonetheless . The intended
destination was a favorite...bay waterfront , with slips where hungry
boaters could tie up and come ashore for a meal. The food never
disappoints , the view is wonderful and meals eaten in the company
of friends always taste better ! The drive there included increasing
dark clouds and the beginnings of rain , which never approached a
downpour , but made the walk into the restaurant a sprightly one !
All went well , as hoped and as we headed to our respective homes , the
weather grew steadily better ,so much so that our streets were dry ,
with no trace of rain ! An odd weather day , indeed !
July 07, 2025
A Return to Old Joys
Hello !
Submitting to the inner prompt to blog again , it made sense to scroll waaayyy back...
to the beginning of this lovely gift blog . Over the course of its 19 year life , those
posts covered the good and the bad (the ugly was not shared )of my rather odd life . It
memorialized the arrival and passings of dear kitties , precious daily joys , Mom's gradual
descent into an unavoidable medical condition that she never deserved and an unexpected ,
hard-won resilience...clawing back to some semblance of peace and joy over the ensuing years .
Along the way , bits of long-lost recipes , forgotted poems , the kindnesses of friends , now gone ,
and events that helped us through dark times , floated to the surface . Surprising was the
greatly diminished response to what might have been an overwhelmingly sad , emotional reaction ,
especially to Mom's documented end journey... interesting . I still miss her and our daily
banter in all the good times and do not regret the 24/7/365 loving care during those
not-so-good times . She passed in peace...the warm summer breezes from the window behind ,
gently washing over her , bringing the wonderful happy sounds of a family picnic at a
neighbor's house...not a bad way to go...
July 06, 2025
Musings
Greetings !
When working as a caregiver , some folks proudly would show me photos from their youth .
There were times when the past images bore little resemblance to their current forms .
Delicate diplomacy was called for , but the disappointment on their faces was unmistakable .
Fast-forward to a recent gathering of chosen family , when photos of my youth were shared .
I was not unprepared for the questioning glances of the young ladies who whispered , "You ??".
There is an interesting separation between the conscious awareness of self and the condition of the
form that contains it . Aware of this in my 20s , I began to ask friends in their 70s and 80s
about it . "When you first wake up in the morning , before you move , at what age are you ?" .
After a surprised moment and genuine consideration , the consensus was 17 - 22 .I now share
that perception . Those early images still resonate with my inner self , to the degree that reality
can take one by surprise ! That inner self may not age , but it does come to a point where
kindness to the outer self is requested . Stamina and strength , once boundless , must now be
measured and expended wisely...definitely not a compromise willingly taken...rather grudgingly
accepted ...sigh .
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