1947 chevy fleetmaster
hoping the bomb club show at santa anita won’t have to be postponed again. [edit — as of 7/29 this show has been cancelled] october usually means travel, celebrating our anniversary. lucky number thirteen coming up.
at least the weather then can be so unpredictable, and hopefully not so summer hellish hot.
this topless babe is from a couple of years ago, early morning overcast. i do love that.
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my mother-in-law died a month ago. she was a month shy of ninety-three.
a long time coming, it happened too fast, after all.
the house is quiet.
better half was directed to not “dawdle,” and take care of her personal effects quickly. going through papers, boxes, and items stored in the garage. a lifetime of living doesn’t disappear fast enough.
the xmas tree finally had to come down; won’t be able to get her furniture out the front door otherwise. ten thousand lights took five evenings to unwind off the branches. how will we be able to navigate the streets, without that fruity beacon in the dark?
now we are free to travel, yet we cannot go anywhere. every day is exhausting. there is a piece missing.
we each hear her call to us in the middle of the night, as she used to; better half gets down the hall to her doorway, only to realize the room is empty of the life that was his constant companion these past few years, these past half dozen decades.
so you might say we’ve been a bit preoccupied. you’d think there would not be enough water inside yourself, to produce all of the tears. they are less sad, and more the happy memory variety now, but those have been hard won. just have to let them have their way with you, and get on with it.
goodbye, enedina. you were well loved, and sorely missed…