Big rain, some lightning and thunder. Over an inch of water in the dog bowl, the larger one (about three feet across and rubber) overflowing. This last is the one Vega curls up in while lapping the rising water, a pasha in a clean clear pool. She’ll enjoy the soft rain water, I imagine.
Back continues to ouch. Not fun. To think Kate has dealt with this or worse for 15 years.
Beltane Garlic Moon
A docent friend, Bill Bomash, who fell on a trip to Brazil several years ago and broke his leg, spent three years recovering from a series of infections and other problems. Learned last Wednesday that his wife has stomach cancer and that he’s not been touring to care for her. Sounds like they may be on the last leg of this treament, three months more chemo and the docs have used the word cure. The Big C still exacts its requisite amount of pain and anguish, but is no longer the absolute death sentence it was when I was a boy.
Going to a gathering of our docent class, 2005, this afternoon. The docent classes become and remain very close over time. We spend two years of Wednesdays, many other days of practice together. In that time we become part of each others lives, friends. The average docent is curious, loves art, has a keen interest in the world at a global level. I’m glad to have gotten to know this fine group of people.