Summer and the Lughnasa Moon
Sunday gratefuls: Jon. Rigel. Tom. Seoah. Joe. Kate, always Kate. Decent sleep. Family. Heirloom Tomatoes. Filet and mashed potatoes. Rebecca, the p.t. Pruning. Big decisions.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Empathy
Tarot card: Ace of Swords
Tom and I had breakfast at the Parkside in Evergreen before he left for DIA. Friendship of this length and depth is rare, a blessing and a joy. The night before we ate at the Bistro, a favorite spot of Kate and mine’s also in Evergreen. A funky sort of place in a log-cabin like structure of some age. Piano player, upscale clientele, expensive menu, good food.
A harder day yesterday later. A family member and I got crosswise. Yet again. Disturbed me before I got to sleep. Will have to get more clarity about this. Say my piece. Not let it drag me down, too.
The work Tom and I did, along with work I did prior to this point, has gotten me 85% of the way to having Kate’s stuff ready for donation or give-away. That means when Joseph comes I can begin moving furniture where I want it. Moving the project of creating a renewed space along.
Hard not to be intrigued by the Covid turn. That Delta variant. The scourge of Red States. A changer of minds among conservative/reactionary windbags. Can they reverse their course and convince their base to get vaccinated? Or, will their mendacious, evil earlier stances continue to kill the very people they rely on for votes? Schadenfreude is inappropriate for those who trust their leaders and take their views to heart, but for those leaders themselves who contract the virus? Well…
How bout those Olympics? Eh? The anger Olympics. The pandemic Olympics. The crowdless Olympics. The asteriked Olympics. Maybe the beginning of the end for the Olympics?
The Ace of Swords. Cuts through bullshit. Moves life forward. Suggests that I’m ready to make a transformative leap. It seems, yet again, to be a progressive reading, one continuing the string of reflections about my recent life. I am ready. Let’s do this.