October 9, 2020
‘Tis the hour. Everything is packed, I bid farewell to my home and leap into the unknown. Well, P. drives me to the airport for a direct flight. I navigate the airport hurdles, have a whole row to myself in the plane, and am picked up by my daughter B and little grandboy S. The adventure begins. Much love, laughter, and I settle into my week away.
week 265 ~ waiting on the edge
waiting on the edge
of a murky void
got a bet to hedge
waiting on the edge
of a perilous ledge
avoidance employed
waiting on the edge
of a murky void
October 7, 2020
Packing for my trip by plane to see my daughter and her family. Not without trepidation, not without adding everything possible to ensure safety. I get the expected negative results from my pre-flight Covid test this evening. Layer clothes and presents in my carry-on, so glad I will finally see them after over a year. Paying attention to the hangnail of fear, but forging ahead with my plans, because some things are just that important.
October 6, 2020
Morning coffee. Empty cup casts a shadow. As do the 4 weeks
until the elections season ends.
October 4, 2020
Today is the memorial service for our dear friend Antonia. We have planned, created, assembled, purchased, written, rehearsed, and today we begin at our various houses to pack, drive, unload, reassemble, wire up. It is a feat of daunting logistics to create a service for those who can come, those who can’t, those in different time zones, different countries, but we manage to do it all, with a colorful flare that honors and represents our girl. Pictured are two of the flower hair ornaments L. makes for us to wear, as Antonia often did. We play Bach and a new piece I have just written, and somehow the 3 computers and speakers get our tributes out and those of distant viewers in. It is sad to say good-bye to a longtime friend, but doing it with joy that encompasses her style is very satisfying. RIP Antonia.
October 3, 2020
Backyard rehearsal for the memorial service tomorrow. I’m playing one of my new duet fantasias with a violinist friend. Exciting to hear the notes on two real instruments, to move beyond the computer playback or my keyboard approximation. It’s getting chilly out, and Covid is with us for the foreseeable future, and I wonder how long I can keep my socially distanced encounters outdoors, where it is safer.
October 2, 2020
Well into autumn, still the occasional brilliant flower brightens my neighborhood walk.
October 1, 2020
Like Monet impressionist brush strokes on a clothes line, autumn leaves are turning early and dying quickly this year, due to our severe drought.
