so the home weekend was very productive. i miss that already. i need more.
so this weekend was another short visit to santa monica. things are declining a lot lately, which is difficult. both physically and mentally, my father is getting weaker. we are so fortunate to have the caregivers we do. they are so sweet and gentle with him.
saturday before i flew down was my first ever visit to Filoli Gardens in Woodside, with our tour guide being an old (literally) friend who has been a docent there for more than 20 years. he is 5 days younger than my father. that is sometimes difficult because he has all his marbles, charles does. the comparison is tough.
talking last night with someone about last year's high holy days and then this year's coming up and i realized (well i knew already) that it starts in less than a month. o dear o dear o dear. panic may set in now in full bloom.
last night on the walk with ketzl after i got home from the airport, the lawn sprinklers were on next door. ketzl alternately batted at and tried to drink from them. it was pretty hysterical.
this coming saturday, i'm taking a post-grief writing workshop with the woman who was the facilitator for the partner loss support group. that should be very interesting. i need to get back to writing.
and tomorrow is a significant date: it was my parents' wedding anniversary, from 1940. wow. and it is the day that Linda arrived in California for her first visit, ten years ago: August 18, 1999. also wow.
