It's eleven eighteen Saturday night and you'd think I'd be all tuckered out, but I'm not.
I'm sitting here coasting through others blogs and leaving my comments, as am continually inspired and moved by what I see.
We visited my dear aunt and uncle today again. They are persevering. Uncle healing from a bowel obstruction poor dear man, hard to see him in pain again; aunt more and more in her own world, but can look like she is with it/us there. At one point she looked at my uncle and said: "Why do you look so old!"
He looked back and said: "How old ARE YOU?" She said emphatically: "80!" He said softly and sweetly: "Okay, if you want to believe that!" (She turned 90 last May!)...too funny.
Their kids are in the process of moving them out of their cottage and getting them ready to move into the assisted living quarters in the same community where they are now. (rehab/nursing facility) When we were at the house with the kids, my cousins, they offered me to choose things from the house I may want (as reminders of my aunt and uncle). I took some family photos off the wall, my aunts 1932 confirmation book, a pile of fabric remnants new and beautiful; a small Israeli menorah. It felt strange taking things...but they are giving a lot away to Goodwill and I'd just have to find it there and buy it, right? They are moving to a site a third the size of the home they have already left behind. No room for everything.
I promised my uncle I'd be back again before too long.
We enjoyed Japanese food out with my cousins.
The drive home was just a little foggy in spots.
I'm still not tired.
I'm glad I have one more day to my four day holiday vacation at home.
PS The window above is from inside an art gallery in Mendocino, CA.