My sister married her 75 year old Steve yesterday. We were all virtual and I missed the whole thing. Funky wifi, couldn't access my password, you know, the usual. So this morning I called her and we told stories and laughed and laughed. Stories about getting lost, making mistakes, going in the wrong direction. Her wedding story, so beautiful and too much food and sweet wedding bands and her 6'4" husband who has to lean way over to kiss her. She comes up to his chest.
I cried too. For all that we have lost, collectively. All the weddings and funerals and birthdays and graduations and new babies. All the events that make a life. When we are together again a common refrain. I've never even met Steve although he has made my troublesome wonderful sister so happy. So happy.
Right now, the dog and cat are just not enough. Annie has a video on her FB feed of a woman in France in a town square standing with a blindfold and arms outstretched to give hugs to random strangers who pass by. So many people approach and they hug. Left me a puddle.
It is Indigenous People's Day or whatever. One day, huh? Wow.
If the pool is open, I'll swim there. If not, will I go to the lake? It's mighty cold and I don't like to swim alone.
My tenant is gone and Jim just dropped off a new window for the basement apartment. Yes, friends, a wee remodel. You know I love those. But the basement with have light! and a window the tenant can crawl out of if the unimaginable happens. It will be splendid. In the meantime, dig a giant hole! Obliterate the interior wall! Don't run into the gas main! Cut a square in the foundation with a concrete cutter! Mess! Dust! Noise! Yeah!
Can't wait.
Now to roll down the hill to see if the pool is actually open.
May you all be well and safe and hugging the ones you love. Be kind, always be kind.
4 comments:
I dreamed of you last night- must have caught your thoughts as you focused on Florida. I can't believe you missed the wedding! Were you frantic, trying to get it? I would have been.
Oh, dear Beth.
Yes. When we are all back together again.
Love...Mary
I get sad, too, at all the gatherings we've missed, the ones that haven't happened, that have been postponed (my own son's wedding) and the ones attended virtually. I am glad your sister is happy. Troublesome sisters are the best, at least according to my mother, who had five.
I hope you can come down south again, so I can give you a big 'ole hug.
Elizabeth-yes!!
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