Each and Every Day 2

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After all, what are friends for?
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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 06/09/2023
Created 07/30/2018
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And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer

Leonard Cohen

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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.

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RIP DRB, 20 August, 2018. We miss you, dear.

ElectricBlueElectricBlueover 5 years ago

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas