Slogging through paperwork this morning I get a call from Dawn. "Let's have lunch!" I agree and she drives up from New Haven. I take her up to Marty's in Washington and we have a nice calm meal. The sun is out. It's 75 degrees Farenheit. We talk about our plans to get to the Bay Area, boys and love. We drive back past glistening streams and old farms, to my place where we talk about our experiences of caring for elders and the inevitable passing we will witness, the toll it's taken on our bodies and the magic it has brought to us.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Dawn on the Vernal Equinox
Slogging through paperwork this morning I get a call from Dawn. "Let's have lunch!" I agree and she drives up from New Haven. I take her up to Marty's in Washington and we have a nice calm meal. The sun is out. It's 75 degrees Farenheit. We talk about our plans to get to the Bay Area, boys and love. We drive back past glistening streams and old farms, to my place where we talk about our experiences of caring for elders and the inevitable passing we will witness, the toll it's taken on our bodies and the magic it has brought to us.
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