An Evening in Squantum

The air is cool as I step onto the top of the garage and look out onto the bay. I sit awkwardly to catch a peek at the ocean, blue and purple in the rising moonlight. My side smarts from the bruised rib, but otherwise it is serene and peaceful here. The birds line up on the electrical wire and turn away from the water to chat with me. The conversation is decidedly one sided, but I sense that they understand what's going on with me and they offer no meddling advice.

In 11 days I will be flying to Brussels. There is much preparation to be done, but it is all very exciting and I am anticipating the trip.

We thought we lost the cat today, but then we found her. Wonders never cease.

My best friend from high school came over last night and we had a slumber party. Kickin' it old school with her was a nice walk down memory lane. It's interesting to see what people remember and how their "mental slide show" (as she put it) is different from our own. It's wonderful to have old friends. They are like pleasant forgiving mirrors.

Went to another old friend's baby shower on Saturday. She was glowing in the aura of expectancy and it was fun to see her and her husband be so excited and ready to enter this new stage of their lives. It does seem to make me feel more behind than ever, but in the eternal words of Jude Chaisson "sometimes I'm so far behind I think I'm first". I think I will get there too someday.

More soon. Off to look at the moon.
Katy