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What did I accomplish this week?
I’m glad you asked,
for it’s been a busy time.
Wednesday I did the final prep and org for
a surprise party for my love’s birthday.
Thursday we took the day off,
‘way out in the country
at a small-town musical.
It was wonderful.
Andrew Lloyd Webber generally is.
Friday, I hosted
40 or 50 people at the party,
with too many pink flamingos on the lawn
(those never really go out of style).
I even got a talented local musician
to write and perform a special birthday song.
People enjoyed themselves.
Saturday, after cleanup, we gardened.
Our garden is my love’s delight.
And thus mine -
the Almighty’s love for His people made manifest
through good food produced by our own hands.
Sunday we picked buckets and buckets of sour cherries
and I made 34 jars of cherry jam.
(More than we really need, it’s true, but
I know friends will happily take some.)
Monday I cleaned, shopped and did chores,
among them picking up the doors to our kitchen cabinets,
out being refinished.
Tuesday I rehung them all,
giving a much different appearance
to shelves full of cheerfully mismatched cups, dishes and condiment bottles.
Oh, on Tuesday, I also signed a death warrant,
a proxy signature for my best friend’s wife,
dying of cancer,
asking on her behalf for doctor assisted suicide.
She smiled at me as I made my mark for hands too weak to hold a pen.
It’s been a productive week.
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas