Fall Closing Moon
Kate and I got up at 7 am. Drove down to Keys on University for breakfast. Keys was closed. I felt like such an early bird, up before the breakfast place opened. We settled on a sparsely inhabited Baker’s Square, not our first or even second choice since we tend to stay away from chains.
It had a few single men and two couples. The single men looked like folks who lived alone and who needed to get out in the world once in a while. A bit desolate. One moved his fingers in the familiar arthritic dance, flexing each one separately then giving the wrist a slight shake. He looked at his hand with the faint disgust of one whose body no longer serves as well as it once did. Another stared with a grim face at a laptop computer, sitting on a leg curled up.
Kate and I were, as is inevitable these days, talking logistics. What tasks the day held. What things remain undone. What we need to do before I leave on Wednesday for the closing in Conifer.
Kate spent the morning, while I slept, still trying to get back to a sleep equilibrium, packing up canned goods, the products of our gardens over various years. Now I’m going outside to move more hive boxes and honey supers from the far shed, take off the angelic weather vane that I want for our new shed or, perhaps, the garage.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.