|WALKING TO MASS LAST SUNDAY MORNING|
In spite of the arctic weather, my trip to New Hampshire comprised two gilded two weeks. Even though challenges arose, I felt happy and useful and grateful the whole time, and somehow the balance between solitude and people worked out perfectly, and to have a rental car AND stay in a hotel were unbelievable luxuries that allowed me to have a whole different experience than I usually do staying at someone else’s place.
I could sit by the little heater in my hotel room and be comfy and warm and look out the window at Route 95—the people heading north toward Maine; the people headed south towards Boston—and ponder. I hooked up right away, as I always do, with the local sober drunks who, also as always, saved my life.
My brother Geordie, in from fishing, called almost every day and we went out four or five times, just driving around or to breakfast. We are both early risers and just to have someone, however briefly, who will call you and wants to hang out for an hour or two was a huge gift.
|MY VERY FUNNY BROTHER ROSS|
|NEPHEW ALLEN (ROSS'S SON) WITH HIS HAND-CRAFTED "COMB GLASSES"|
All is grace. I loved seeing my mother, even if she didn’t seem quite sure who I was at times. I mean what’s not to love, she is so…accommodating. So accepting, so wants to know about you, even if, with the Alzheimer's, she won’t remember from one minute to the next.
"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
|I WILL NOT FORGET YOU, EITHER, MOM!...|