I'll just start by saying there's a lot going on, as usual. After enough time spent On the Verge, I stepped off for a while and am glad I did. I had simply run out of things to say. I don't even remember much of what I had written or what the fuss was about, but whatever it was must have gotten settled. But I'm here again for sure because there are too many important details that I don't want to forget or un-notice and other moments that are so beyond perfection that I don't want to blink, not even for a second.
First, there's the business of my parents (which includes Maeve-the-Corgi), and their gracefully defiant approach to slowing down. It's quite a study. More to follow but let's just put it this way: they don't seem to notice that I'm trying to be in charge.
Next--and I can hardly believe this myself but I am going to be The Mother of the Bride. Not right away, mind you, but there was a firm Yes! which followed a formal proposal, a ring, and enormous tears of joy. I'm so happy I can still hardly blink. One thing I know: I will definitely not be in charge. And I shouldn't be. The Bride and Groom could easily manage the entire East Coast while writing cookbooks and planning their retirements on the side.
And finally, there's the business of Mercy. What a good dog. Except for today. All ended well but suffice it to say I'm clearly not in charge of this either.
So hello, again. I need to be writing all of this down. It will help me keep track of things I care about and the things I don't want to forget. This might even help me put into words those exchanges that are often beyond description or beyond my imagination.
And for certain, it will include anything beyond my control. I don't expect to run out of words for quite a while.
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| Still life with Mercy |
