July 2, 2008
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I saw the Canadian. We strolled through the woods, holding Starbucks instead of cocktails. He showed me where their dog swam. I followed him in the brilliant sun in a new kind of dance, not sure how close to stand. We moved carefully, along the river’s edge, picking our way through the reeds and his story.
Remember the Black sax player and how his bride had breast cancer? I ran into them at the hospital yesterday. She was in a wheelchair. I walked with them down to the basement for her MRI, and we made plans for me to join them on the 4th. I’ll sit with her while he plays. We have a big, four-day blues festival every 4th of July, and I’m pleased he was chosen to play that night.
When I was leaving the hospital parking lot I saw three people holding hands across the street. In the middle was the mother, flanked by her two boys in their early 60s. When I was telling the oldest just now (she and the middle one are driving to the beach house), my voice broke as I lamented, ”You just don’t see that.” She says they are taking me for a walk when they get home.
Comments (11)
this left me speechless and near tears. i donno why, it just did…
It is an honor….for this fella and his wife to be there with them during this time.
Re: The Canadian…..you never want to be the rebound relationship.
You have said so much without saying much. You know what I mean.
Hehe. I am old and I am young at the same time. Thanks and good night.
The Blues Festival sounds fun. Enjoy the holiday . . .
Life is interesting isn’t it… I get a very in-between kind of feeling from this… I can really relate.
*hug* Yup, this is about right. Your wavering a post or two ago was real, I know, but I honestly didn’t believe it would last.
ryc: finally… a little something… no money, but enough to keep me going when the doubt gremlins attack!
Aww! I am glad they are going for a walk with you when they get back. Hope you have better weather for it than here.
I kept reading your first paragraph. I put me in place I can see.
Very cool 4th plans. Have a great time.
That first paragraph! WOW. “We strolled through the woods, holding Starbucks instead of cocktails. He showed me where their dog swam. I followed him in the brilliant sun in a new kind of dance, not sure how close to stand. We moved carefully, along the river’s edge, picking our way through the reeds and his story.”
Very moving post, but the writing there, wow. Could anyone express the hesitancy and slight sadness moving underneath like a tension better?
It’s practically a poem, Pru.
Also, sweet Pru, I did upload a re-done version of Light Catches Diamonds on the weekend, taking into account your feedback – it’s a bit slow for me, and minimalist – the more dramatic renditions hit the recycle bin that afternoon – this one seemed to work. Since I’ve been updating my and changed the prosepoem there to this one, I hoped the recording would work. Since I trust your critique, and you are always kind and always honest, which I appreciate enormously, I wonder if you could take a listen & let me know your response… including if you just don’t like it. mucho gratitude, hugs xo
where did the rest of the comment go? strange…
updating my art website and replaced the older poem with that one I hoped the recording was adequate. I always appreciate your kindness and your honesty, and know you will give me real feedback. Can you take a listen, and leave a response… its ok if you really don’t like it. hugs, xo