September 29, 2025
Happy Birthday Jaime Urquot 

 




Marcie and Geoff's last night, we were all back at Denise's in her little courtyard.  It's very sweet and it was lovely.  Marcie and Denise have become an entertaining team.  Everyone is sad they are leaving.  It's been a wonderful visit.  
I had such an awful week last week, but after three days of family, friends and love it's kind of hard to stay down.   I've done a lot of thinking about the idea of shared life, and the chapters of shared life that color one's whole life.   Geoff and I have a deeper understanding of one another, not necessarily a better understanding, but an older one, we understand little idiosyncratic responses that may not make sense to anyone else, but that's because they didn't grow up in a glass and brick home.
The sunset was beautiful tonight, but I did not get good photos of it.  I don't know what they didn't come out, but they didn't. Oh well.   Need to get to the rookery tomorrow.

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