Not enough time
Waved the car out of the driveway, at sunrise. The start of a new day, with all the time necessary for so many things. But we don’t always know, do we? Not always our decision, that whole life schedule thing.
My extended family is again, smaller. While the car was enroute for what we knew could be a final visit, the call came in that the clock had stopped. Too early. Once again, without my ever getting down to the level of conversation I could have wanted, Again, a difference of age, and language, sort of. I won’t be there with the rest of the family, due to constraints of distance. I hope that the others accept my condolences without actually seeing me in the room. As I said, just a few years ago, my world is again smaller, and my own mortality is obvious.
Closer to home, the weather is finally seasonal; visitors from the “big city”, out this way for other reasons. A chance to drop in and see if I’m properly settled away. I think so. After a year, the loose ends are now tucked away, out of sight. Perhaps this will give seed to other visits, although my own reluctance to infringe on people’s property doesn’t serve as a great model. Something else to change in my own approach to life.
I’m finally able to brag that I’ve made a meringue worthy of mention. Almost too dense, in part due to the efficient way that a stand mixer gets that egg white and air properly married. No “weep” with this batch. I won’t get to actually taste things for several hours (recommended cooling time)
