Long ago and far away

river 1

Joe and I went to Calgary and then on to the Banff area. It was a very different time, we were young for one thing, had 2 very small children and the future unfurled before us uncluttered by any debris of life’s upsets. Now and close to home, it is also very different. Both children grown, we are older and a TBI has shifted the course we thought we were on. Life does that to everyone in some form or another, at one age or another. It is inevitable, yet so far the sun has continued to rise, the rivers continue to flow and trees grow and fall. Each day an adventure in a whole new way.


Onto the next


Managed to get 8 pieces done and up on the site ahead of the start of the holiday season. I have a few more, but after driving to pick up my daughter I am a bit lacking in energy, 5 hours round trip, but everyone is home now for Thanksgiving. And I can be glad they each needed different days for pickup or it would have been closer to 7.5 hours! It’s those small things to be grateful for, the ones generally overlooked in search of the grand ones. Tomorrow will be a day of no blogging or facebook, and possibly no instagram if the weather proves to prevent outdoor excursions. And that is ok, I can catch up on reading     (my pile of books is too high and all due soon), laundry needs doing and in general we will have family time. This weekend is fleeting and everyone will head out on Sunday, back to finish the fall semester and back to their newly forming lives. And that is ok too.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!

Ahhh Sunday


There is little that can compare to lounging on a Sunday. Unless it is a really productive Sunday that makes the evening lounging even sweeter. This is Meadow, our new cat, she is an accomplished lounger. Today the whole time Joe and I were spreading 6 buckets of sealer on the driveway, she napped on and off. Meadow is 12, so napping is a big part of her day. At the moment while Joe and I sit with heater packs on sore backs she is chilling in between us just enjoying her afternoon.

Not a bad way for all of us to close out the weekend.



Last year on August 9th I revisited the place of my wedding reception. Twenty six years had passed, and the entire place has fallen into a state of decay and is abandoned. It was a very sad sight to see, and left me feeling more than a bit uncomfortable, that pit of your stomach fluttery feel. 4 days later, just 6 days from our anniversary, I sat in an ICU room beside my husband and all the machines. Now I am not saying that visiting the old Woodlawn Club gave me a premonition or anything, that is just a weird conincidence. Hindsight gives us the ability to look back and see things clearer, so I can’t say that on August 13th everything was fine, but I can say that by the end of that day very little was fine. And for many days and weeks after that it was difficult to know if fine was achievable. The whole fall went by both quickly and slowly as amazingly progress was occuring. Now we are approaching that year mark, the point at which we can move from the “a year ago life was fine” stage into the next one.  364 of 365 is upon us. We will step beyond the initial year mark and then beyond the ones of seeing Joe learn how to walk again, talk, feed himself, and all the other tasks we mainly do without thinking. We will pass the year mark of coming home, of bypass surgery, the loss of a lifelong career due to being unable to return to work. There is much to celebrate at the end of each day as his brain continues to recover, rewire, recall and relearn. It can be a painstaking process at times that feels endless, yet it is amazing in what the brain can do. Only 1 other family we met in the Brigham’s ICU , where Joe was transferred to, had a family member leave to go to a rehab facility. So we feel very lucky. Fine is achievable, fine also has to be elastic.

The Quickness of Time

A few years ago we had a family reunion for my dad’s side of the family. He had passed away a few months before and this was the chance for everyone to see each other before another funeral came about. It was a bit surreal, not only because of my parents not being there, but because so many of the people I had either never met or not seen in decades. How odd to wander among people who look like you, yet are basically strangers. Now, 3 people who were there are with us no more and others are slipping away as time passes.

It made me feel the need to look at the photos I took that day and revisit it. A melancholy activity which will someday find someone else looking at an image of me and I will be but a memory. I think that makes photography both a blessing and a curse as it freezes people in a second, with no knowledge of what lies ahead of them, for us to ponder after the fact.