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| Paddy and me and Robin |
Kim came back for a final couple of days. The sun cooperated, a sun low in the sky, its light strangely yellow here where it's usually so white. We chatted and peeled apples and roasted a chicken, and Bruno came over and had a feast with us, to celebrate Ollie's birthday.
News here is not all good. No progress on the memorial garden. Ollie's hopes for a new hospitalero gig fell through. The eye surgeon told Paddy there's nothing more to be done for him.
But these are happy, golden days. I will carry these with me for the rest of my years. Little pictures to keep in my pocket, to pull out and marvel over: We all are still alive and healthy enough, with dogs and cats to cuddle and plans to hatch and dreams still worth dreaming.
Winter is coming soon. The sky will go dark, Kim will fly away back to Florida, we'll have to settle in to real work. We have to learn to live with handicaps as they press down heavier.
We face the music. We dance.
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| El Camino de los Galgos, out by Villada |
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| he sees a brown door & he wants to paint it blue |
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| watching the plumber work: an annual pastime |
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| Norman, growing up |
2 comments:
Surely Christ will help on affliction? Biblical antecedents here!
A Mother Teresa, no doubt of that.
I met Norman when I was visiting your home a couple of days ago! A delightful young cat, I'm glad he found a safe home with you...
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