Auntie Mame and I had a nice cup of tea today. Her daughter and grandchildren have been keeping her very busy this summer, but she still manages to fit teatime into her hectic schedule.
August has been a month of memories and meditation. It seems that much that I had assumed lost forever has recovered itself. I find old places and old friends at every turn. How small the world; how precious the circles within which we live our daily lives.
Attila and I have been managing the odd motor trip during August. One such excursion took us to a relatively isolated cemetery where my Grandparents rest, sharing a headstone. When my Grandmother passed away twenty-six years ago, I was devastated. The longing for her company has not left me, the comfort I find in her memory is not lost.
I removed the pine needles gently from the base of their headstone, pulling away the creeping nightshade where it sought out their names. Although separated in our daily lives, human affection has enmeshed our inner lives with bonds so strong as to defy death and space and time.
A dear friend passed away during a long interval between our intermittent contact. I was truly and deeply shocked and saddened by his passing; and yet heartened to know how peaceful and kind was his end. A quietly generous man, he never married. He supported many children in the third world. Of this, I was sworn to secrecy. He did not seek personal credit for his financial "investments"; rather he quietly enjoyed the news of what his money could buy. There are those who will miss him much more than I; who will suffer his loss more keenly.
Another dear friend is facing his wife's recent diagnosis of ALS. Although she is a respectable age, the news is harsh. True to style, she has made traveling plans and they will be off and "running" for the next few months. An admirable woman, her sound advice has helped me through some dark moments. It will take a few days before I can absorb the reality of her situation, but I do hope to see her before they leave on their adventures.
Luna and Janus dropped by for quick visit the other day. They have taken the plunge and purchased their own business, now deep into plans for their future. They seemed a little fearful and a lot excited. I do not expect to see much of them for a year or two, as starting a business is more than a full time job.
At home, we continue to enjoy the neighborhood. Mrs. Beeslee has been dropping off some lovely garden tomatoes, our salads have been heavenly. Attila brought home some fresh peaches last night, I must run over the road with a few especially nice ones for B. Attila also brought home a few buckets of sour cherries, already pitted and packaged with a little sugar. How wonderful these are; the first pie is already long gone.
My daily walks on the treadmill continue, although watching the daily news during my stroll has my feet dragging a bit. Movie videos and old episodes of "All Creatures Great and Small" make for more pleasant company, at least for the moment.
|RECIPES :: Cast
The Neighbor's Garden
The drone of cicadas through he open window.
On the Screen
An exploration of the global affects of political ambition and greed, marking lives for generations.
"Better the right kind of nothing, than the wrong kind of something."
Ms. Auntie Mame
Wind: E 22 km/h
Sunrise 6:43 AM EDT
Sunset 8:09 PM EDT
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