Recently my husband and I flew across the country to celebrate an early holiday with family. We chose to go at the beginning of December to avoid peak holiday travel and inclement weather. With great anticipation we stepped off the plane and texted our son to meet us in front of baggage claim.
November has me appreciating chilly mornings, fall foliage, hearty soups, and sweaters. Gratitude spills out as I prepare for Thanksgiving and remember past traditions and gatherings that have warmed my heart.
A few days ago, my computer displayed a photograph of me at age three, in my dad’s baseball shirt, hat and glove and one of my son at the same age as a baseball player ready to trick or treat.
The last three years have seen me ponder my must-takes in the event of an evacuation as changes in weather patterns increase the threat of forest fires.
The other day I sat reading a book and paused, thinking it must be time to start preparing dinner. I reached into a small basket on my desk for a bookmark and came up empty-handed.
Last June I spent a week in New York City. I bought a postcard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and sent it to my friend Yelena in Russia, June 26, 2021. I love mailing postcards when I travel.
A few months ago, severe abdominal pain and sudden weight loss had me at the doctor’s office for a CT scan. The scan revealed a large mass had taken up residence in my abdomen. How long had it been there, and what did this interloper represent?
This weekend, a good friend accompanied me on my daily walk. We chatted, enjoying the sunshine and spring’s unfolding. Each time I walk this trail, there’s something new to see. Walking with my friend made that more apparent as he pointed out sites I’d never noticed.
I keep mulling over in my mind a couple of relationships that have become strained. I started to write difficult, but strained is a better descriptor. What has changed? Have I changed? And why am I continuing to agonize over them?
This morning I went to write and found the ink in my fountain pen had dried up. I unscrewed the nib, washed it all, and replaced the cartridge. It had been a week since I’d written anything.