August 18, 2017
Enjoy the rain, hunt in vain for eclipse glasses, cook delicious dinner, pack for my trip tomorrow, watch baseball on TV (Sox win!) I’m ignoring the craziness in the world today.
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!”
– William Wordsworth
week 462 ~ longing for cold
longing for cold
winter appeals
too hot to hold
longing for cold
seasons unfold
not making deals
longing for cold
winter appeals
August 16, 2017
It’s hard to get up this morning, but P & I have a rare mid-morning gig with our group and a quick run-through ahead of time, so it is, of necessity, a short night. It turns out to be a good performance for an appreciative audience, and we follow it up with a cheerful cook-out and planning meeting for our repertoire and rehearsal schedule for fall. Home for another evening catching up with my brother, before he leaves on the rest of his New England loop, and his visit with Mom tomorrow.
August 15, 2017
A convivial dinner celebration, full of laughter, good food, and music. The evening is lovely and we linger enjoying this rare time to hang out together.
August 14, 2017
Happy birthday to my brother, who will be here tomorrow. The hydrangea reflect the fading New England summer. Still lovely, but soon to give in to the pressure of shortening days.
August 13, 2017
It’s easier to focus on local– my yard, my house, playing my music. Looking at the big national picture as it swoops and sways into uncharted territory, into unfathomable bigotry, is stunning, hard. It is difficult to comprehend that this is still my country.
