It's not often that I wish I'd paid closer attention in my high school physics class.
And yet, on a morning when the air is so thick and muggy that I have the car's A/C running and the itty-bit-but-just-enough stream of raindrops require some windshield wiper action but I still can't see --- am thinking a more comprehensive understanding of glass properties i.e. the hot to cold ratio for clarity might serve me well.
It can also be fun to drift about in a soft fog-- and yes, I am prone to such behavior, but while driving a car? Probably not recommended.
birthday girl is on the left in first photo, on right in second
This weekend I drove north to my hometown to celebrate my niece's 30th birthday. We had nothing but blue skies and sunshine; nothing to cloud my vision. Well, unless you count tears-- but who in this house counts tears?
Ollie and Daisy are taking the Fifth it seems and have no reply for me.
Yes, I call her my baby girl. No, she is not my child -- I was there from the moment she was born and she changed my life for the better-- and so she will always be my baby girl.
On Sunday, we went over to Boston College and walked the labyrinth which was so fabulous. A replica of the labyrinth at Chartres! Who knew? Well, aside from my sister who brought us there . .
Proof yet again, there are things right around the corner for you to discover -- right now!
Two of my favorite moments of the weekend:
one, on Saturday, I came into the sunroom where my brother was reading. I had a book in my hand and was looking for a quiet place to read. We exchanged hellos-- and then both of us dropped into our own reading worlds. It was so lovely to be reading in the same space with him. I know that must sound utterly weird. I never see him-- why wouldn't we be having a big conversation? But this was far more connected, for me-- anyway, to share sacred space.
two, similar to the first -- I came down Sunday morning with my book. Got a coffee and headed out into the back yard where my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece's friend (in the photo above, who is like a niece to me) were all on the patio reading. I joined them.
There was a a breeze, once in a while you'd hear a car go down the street and birdsong-- but other than that-- the quiet of reading in a circle of kindred-- the beauty of home.