11/30

Not so a bad way to end the month, with several paintings 
Done that I like. Not a bad way, but not enough, because missing
You remains deep.

11/27

As usual, whenever I get here, first feel at odds,
As it seems the compass guiding me wavers as I try
Plotting a path.

11/26

A quick trip to our friend and his girl,
A good evening spent with them before
The drive home.

11/23

This day went to look at two houses and came away 
disappointed as they neither lived up to their billings
or my wishes.

11/22

My mother and I spent the previous day slowly prepping,
A task that allows this morning also to be easy as guests
trickle in early

Precious were the years she would come and join us
Precious this year, wary gratitude, as time has a way of pulling
us up short.

11/20

Leave out early to drive north.
The drive is uneventful, good.
The dogs sleep

I drive and eyes on the road, my mind there 
On the one in front and also on the road yet
To be taken.

But somedays I feel I can not look down that road
For any great distance as it still remains clouded, where
I wish clarity.

11/19

Start this week spending a few days at the beach.
At a friend's house, three of us meet to paint and talk.
The dogs play.

Best is the company shared, knowing others are near.
Glad for the quiet and good talk, beach walks, feel the need
For slowed time.

11/16

Company, a favorite cousin and his friend are here.
They have wended their way south and back, looking
For the blues.

An evening listening to her play guitar
And get interviewed on the radio.
Tired, slept well.

11/13

Met with an expert on estate planning,
Met to plan for this time ahead, met without you.
Met for me.

11/10

This week has been consumed with yard work.
Your chainsaw, I give to another as I will
Never use it.

I will find, eventually, one more useful for me.
For now, a new sawsall, leaf blower, rake
help me tidy.

And all solidifies in my mind, I can do this alone,
I can, alone, even find some peace in that but not
In my heart.

11/7

Thankful for the rain, slow, steady rain keeping
The day damp and gray and I sleep and rest
With no regrets.

11/6

Dinner prepared for friends, my cousin's and mine, all
Connected by the blues, the visit is good. Wish
I wasn't sick.

11/5

Drive home with all the mutts, my two and the poodle.
Find other than downed trees, Sandy made only a mess.
My cats miss me.

11/4

Paint with a friend while at her show, then hurry to
A whiskey tasting. A frivolous, fun evening; remembering,
thinking, missing you.

11/2

Another friday drawing and painting and this day
Am pleased with some of the work done here
A good day.

11/1

Medium of artwork is so important, a pastel is not an oil.

A play is not a movie. The Kennedy Center hosts 

War Horse, magnificent.