Thursday Notes: #6
Return of the Notes
Greetings from another Thursday! I missed last week because that was the day Mark and I started driving home from my mom’s.
Mom is doing all right; she got signed up for hospice this week, which is a hard emotional passage for us all. But the hospice nurses are truly amazing–supportive and empathetic and just so very PRESENT. What a gift.
We were gone about ten days altogether–though in the middle of it, Mark had to drive to the Bay Area, catch a flight to Seattle, meet up with some clients, accompany them to our house where they visited for two days; then return to Seattle, fly south again, drive back to my folks’, pick me up, whereupon we started heading home. On our way, we stopped for lunch at a tiny roadside cafe in Lake County, only to see a car exactly like ours–even including the Yakima luggage box on the top of it. “Oh no,” Mark said. “I think we’re already here.” Yes, we had apparently lapped ourselves. Met ourselves coming and going.
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It’s amazing to be home. More things bloomed in that ten days, it seems, than had shown up the entire spring before now. And it’s great to get back to work, though I confess, my writing schedule has taken a hit.
That won’t get a whole lot better soon, I’m afraid. We do still plan to make the trip to Italy later this month, for a family wedding…so, I will miss the last two Thursday Notes for June as well. But I am determined to make that trip a VACATION. Not even taking my computer.
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Though we are working hard, we’re also taking time to enjoy Here. We discovered a new walk, turning left out of our road instead of right; it leads to a lovely little beach.
There are tiny tree frogs in our yard everywhere–here’s one in the hypericum.
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And if you need further evidence of why I’d rather be here than out there in the great wide world, here’s a few shots from the road.
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That’s it till next week! Hug your loved ones tight, and thank you for reading.
–Shannon