May 6, 2025
I went searching for rainbows and found a lone balloon instead.



Mary made me lunch today, a study in green.  It was so delicious.  There was a chicken breast, too.  A little salt, a little pepper, some olive oil and that lemon, on top of these favorite tastes.  To be cared for in the loving way is such a treat.  I'm so grateful for this family that I was placed into in 1974.  

 

Do you remember

You came during a snow storm

Hitchhiked with appendicitis

30 miles because I asked you to

And when you got there

Daddy had to call the ambulance

You came

Because I wanted you

 

A week later we made love

In the back of Ricky's car

On rt. 95 coming home

In the Mercury at 75 mph

From a botched elopement.

Not ours.

Your scar ripped open.

 

Was I the center of your life?

Is this the model to which I measure

All other potential love?

Teenage instability the example

I believe it should all simulate?

Ideal perfect love?

 

All I had to say was

Please come.






The rookery is elegant tonight.  The richness of the greens and browns is regal.  Temperature, 63 degrees at 6:30 pm.  And the bird population was active, the tufted titmouse holding the rhythm section and the kingfisher providing his trill.  




The birds have built a second nest in this enclosed space at the beaver pond.  


I was told tonight the horses' names

There are 2 beavers in the horse pond setting up shop

And an otter has been spied at the old beaver pond a few times.  

I love getting the neighborhood animal gossip.




I think it is raining again.  I got an hours break in there with quite a few sweet vistas of fog.  I saw a lot of little birds, but other than crows, I saw no bigger ones. 
Mary and I were talking about how life as an elder becomes so interesting because of just the shear amount of memories one has and that we go through the day in the present, but glimpses of old keep flickering.  I was hugged by Tristan today and was reminded of his hand holding the loop of my carpenter pants and following me through my 22nd year.  50 years ago.  It's true,  I spend time meditating on the now, the moment, but I capture the yesterdays, too.  Yesterdays filled with exceptional people.  I have exceptional memories and stories throughout the decades.  For some reason this week they seem to be popping out all over the place.   

 

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