8/31

A day spent in the gallery. First driving there.
A long “there”, but I gave a heads up and  friends
Came to visit.

Then to stay with friends and spend the evening
Talking and keeping company, I am grateful for
The welcome given.

8/30

When I leave here, I know the next place 
Will be without, without the life expected,
Without my Dear

I have tarried here longer than perhaps needed, 
Knowing that truth: I’ll carry him always 
In my heart.

Knowing, also, I go on alone.

8/29

Paint, draw, think about the show,
Mow, neaten, cook a meal or two
Not thinking much

Past the day, stowing thought of
Where I am heading, keeping that
Low in mind,

Keeping speculation from overflowing,
Going far from reach, though, I want to be
There so much.

8/28

A quiet day here, spent in the studio, painting some
Considering the order of a show coming up and
Finishing a book.

Not an important book but a bit of light reading,
Something for so long I could not do but now, 
Now certainly can.

Walk the dogs, ride a bit, too many biting flies,
Made going inside and picking up a book
A pleasant pursuit.

8/27

In the gloaming walk the labyrinth,
Dogs follow as the dusk deepens.
Wineglass in hand,

Love in heart: for my dear gone four summers,
For the beauty that is here, I walk silently
Being just here,

For the aroma of white flowers and
The fragrance enhances the air as
I walk by.

8/26

This wondrous place is not the same without you
But it is now my place and I receive great joy
In the evening

Sitting on the bench you made and as the day closes
Under the warmth of the sun, accepting the beauty 
That does enclose

This place with light and shadow, scents and sounds
The company of my memories and, for now, our dogs 
And always love.

8/25

A day spent with carol, you would like her
We shopped and sight see'd and spent
The day together

8/24

On the road again to see friends in upper state NY
Driving does require staying in the present 
Miss my go-go's

8/23

In the evening, in time for sunset
We drove to a lobster house cast up along
A salt inlet

And picked our dinner enhanced with
Drawn butter, reminding me of a
first dinner out

Before driving, walking with a friend,
A first into adulthood - lobster as talisman to
Time and love

8/22

8/22
Yard work in my mother’s gardens, 
Clipping shrubs, pulling weeds, digging
Out tangled weeds.

In between we sit and talk,
Gathering warmth from sun and 
Each other’s company.

Later tea and dinner, the usual routine here
Changed a bit by dessert with blueberries 
My brother picked.

8/21

Walk the Gallilee beaches with family
Talking about days and times in the quiet 
Way of friends

And return to nap and eat and sit together
Eating fried clams and fish and chowder
And laughing together.

My aunt glad for the company filling her cottage.
My mom happy to be there and the rest of us?
Enjoy the time.

8/20

Another day just hanging here, 
dogs have been to the vet, as for me?
risk is small

Greet the sunset from the deck near the canal
Dinner with a friend we talk into the dusk of 
now and then.

8/19

Quiet day around here, the weather is amazing,
Cool for late summer and we work in the yard.
I paint later.

8/18

Spent the day with my mother, as intended 
This trip.  Not so the phone calls relating to 
The fox  incident. 

Were I home now it would have taken
A different course. I blame myself for 
Not thinking through,

So am left to the goodwill of others, which
is secondary, as am I, in their lives. Not so
Comforting this time. 

8/17

I would never have detoured for the house
Where Mark Twain lived. It was a good take, 
Interesting and beautiful. 

Midday learned a fox was dead in my yard.
The same one? Probably and the dogs need boosters. 
What about me?

I hate being out of place. And right now I am.
Too far to do what is needed myself, must 
Rely on others.