Standing back from the wall and squinting … I thought, “Lally would like this combo.” I remember her early quilts- great bursts of color, indicative of a life lived with joy and fullness and delight on so many levels. I need an infusion of her spirit right now. I’ll have it through an I.V. thank you very much. Hurry up!
Gray describes the weather and my spirits. Lunch with mom down by the water – a river spilling and frothing over the pilings – cold, heartless and menacing. How to comfort an eighty five year old matriarch who is not looking for comfort? Food is a start. Sitting quietly in her front room and listening is another. I am worn out.‘If wishes were horses, beggars would ride’ – do you know that phrase? My father was fond of it. Here is my wish: that my family would become more of the self-healing type (like rotary cutting mats) and that we could all tumble into a caravan and take off for the ocean! Lobster rolls all around! A life lived by the sea.Of course, I’d be in the front of the convoy – chugging along in my little Airstream. There would be a dreamy wide bed to the rear, covered in white eiderdown, linen and many pillows. Harley would have a good bed and a hooked rug and treats galore. A little beaded lamp, a turquoise vintage refrigerator, a radio, my books and quilts, coffee maker and cherry covered curtains.
Excuse me, I need to go and buy a lottery ticket!