What day is it, again?
While others checked out the beach, or the city, I stayed at home. Hanging out with my mother; what might have seemed commonplace to me, a half-century ago, is now a special moment. Given the passage of time, and the distance involved, we may never pass this way again.
In fairness, our conversation wasn’t “heavy”. We know each other, too well. Instead, a simple communion of spirits, on a warm summer’s afternoon. It segued into a large family meal, followed by all the others crossing the point to visit temporary accommodations. I stayed here with the dog, well aware that we’re avoiding near occasions of mosquito attack.
This is a holiday, for large areas of the nation. The Island continues to pretend that a parade and horse race, later in the month, atones for the social sin of not taking a day off with most other places. Commerce has to suffer, and for those that would usually make a beeline for a Costco, there is no reason to cross the bridge. In either direction.
I have to realize; so many folks are enjoying their ten days of holiday, while I still try to calculate the day of the current week. We could have “gone to a ceilidh” this evening, but it isn’t scheduled until tomorrow. I can’t keep up. As for missing an after noon of sun and sand, I simply lean back on my chair and agree that it’s probably nice. For others. I don’t need a sand bath right now, and if I get beach fever, there’s other days ahead.
