We walked up the pathway from the Quinn’s lovely old farmhouse in Hartwick towards our car after dinner. Their porch light went off and we were suddenly again aware of the deep black country sky we had lived under just up the road. Orion was high in the sky, and brilliant. I had not forgotten…
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I had foot surgery on December first, to correct a bunion and a hammer toe on my left foot. Jay, who had been through foot surgery several years ago (before we met) had warned me that the recovery would be long and painful. He didn’t exaggerate. The first week was hydrocodone and helplessness. Now, half…
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Sukkot was one of Mom’s favorite holidays. In my memory, the extent of our celebration was building a sukkah, and it was only much later, building our wonderful huge sukkah with the chavurah, that I learned there were rituals to be performed in the sukkah. Sukkot was a grand tradition in the chavurah – one…
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We’re in the fifth day of a heat wave, with probably two more days coming, temperatures well over 100. Driving home from an afternoon of Mah Jongg and friendship in Lois’ blessedly air conditioned house yesterday I saw 115 on the thermometer as I passed the exit for Peasanton. Jay and I took Charlie and…
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Dylan Thomas’ beautiful Poem in October contains these lines: My birthday began with the water birds And the birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses And I rose in a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days I wasn’t born in October, but…
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More than six months have slipped by since I last wrote. We are now just about half way through our sojourn in Pleasant Hill, thinking more and more about our return to Otsego County. I’m not sure why I’ve taken such a long break from writing, but I’ve certainly been busy. Jay and I made…
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The period of dormancy for deciduous trees is so short here in Northern California. Leaves turn in November and many still cling to their branches past Christmas. In late January the air filled with the buzz of chainsaws and the shouts of workers high in the trees calling to their fellows on the ground as…
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The last time an egret triggered me to write a post was in the summer of 2018 when we were visiting California for a few months, interrupting our stay on Sunnyhill in Hartwick. In 2018 an egret flew across 880 as we were driving from Palo Alto to Livermore, a wild thing in a man…
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It was a wonderful place to make noise. The large, high-ceilinged, lobby had a tile floor and hard surfaces everywhere, so every noise echoed beautifully. We loved to come up the outside steps with our roller skates on and skate across the lobby making a fabulous racket. That tile floor was so perfectly smooth, it…
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Ooops! This should have been published between Dad – part 2 and Prolet. I inadvertently left it in draft status. I suppose that coming to terms with my parents’ humanity and frailties has been an essential part of my own maturing. My Dad was, in so many ways, a wonderful father, and I am deeply…
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