Michael, It’s Saturday evening and we’ve made it to Topeka now, just one state away from Colorado. No sign of snow here! Balmy, almost shirt-sleeve, sunny weather here in eastern Kansas. But we expect that to change as we rise onto the high plains. I think we have about 450 mi to go, so we […]
Jeff and Karen have photos peppered about their house, as we do, and this one (sons Dash at 4 and Travis at 2 with buddy Adam in the middle) is one I wish I’d taken.
(I’d already painted a “WHERE’S RAKKITY SIGN?” and was about to post it) Michael, We had no idea what had happened to your father–until today when we went on line here in Indiana. We wish him the best of luck in his recovery. We’d like to drop down to Evansville, but we’re falling behind schedule […]
Matthew showed me
After the winter, grieving and dull, I flourished here all spring. Sweet light began to fill my chest. I pulled up a chair. Sat for hours in front of the sea. and the sound of a bell. I wanted everything behind me. I even wanted to become inhuman. And I did that. I know I […]
Yesterday my father “woke up.” He’s on dialysis and has two secondary infections, but he’s now able to communicate his needs though more with the shake of his head than with an audible voice. Still, it feels like progress.
Hobo Time He gives me credit for the image, but did I do the same? Hell no.
Ohio River with a barge in the distance. Deaconess Hospital with Matt’s car (or is that too new?).
Woke up early this morning and from my bed looked far across the Strait to see a small boat moving through the choppy water, a single running light on. Remembered my friend who used to shout his dead wife’s name from hilltops around Prerugia. Who set a plate for her at his simple table long […]
Between hospital visits, Jeff and I work off a list Karen’s created at my request. Stop the upstairs toilet from rocking, replace the outside light, install a new downstairs bath faucet, clean out the dryer vent, patch the crumbling plaster on the way to the basement, that sort of thing. Every job, with the exception […]
Late Night with Fog and Horses They were in the living room. Saying their goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears. They’d been through a lot together, but now they couldn’t go another step. Besides, for him there was someone else. Tears were falling when a horse stepped out of the fog into the front yard. […]