Day 199 – 09/27/2020
Rainy misty Sunday… no breeze… all the red orange yellow green leaves silently blessing the falling water. And now here comes the wind, swaying the color bands out there in the great forest of East Lawrence, rain pounding down in earnest. Perfect. And me here with a belly full of breakfast and great coffee, water running in the spa tub. Most of the time real happiness is closer than breathing.
Today is my mom’s birthday and she’d be 93 years old now. She was three weeks short of 20 when I was born and I sort of helped raise her I think, before all my competition started showing up. She died suddenly in 1995 when she was 67, so we’ve been missing her for a long time. My iMac either dumped or hid several folders full of family pics and I realize as I’m searching this morning that all the photos of Mother are gone except this one, her high school senior pic. Maybe that’s okay for now… I can’t picture her at 93, so celebrating her at 18 is sweet.
I remember Mama…
Playing for Time 
Sep 27, 2020 @ 12:11:39
What a beautiful soul.
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Sep 27, 2020 @ 12:16:16
Oh yes. I think a lot about what her take on this era would be, and I know she’d meet it with her quiet calm while she paddled like hell under the surface. Her heart would be caught up in the human wreckage and she’d feel as helpless as we do in the face of anarchy and hatred. Kinda glad for her that she missed this part. 💔💋
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