Labor Day

This weekend has been a mix of work and play. A thoughtful weekend. A weekend of company
and conversations.

Last night we sat around a yard fire, out under the stars and wispy clouds and moon rising, and talked abut practically everything. The people around the fire were my oldest friends (literally grade school) and newer friends who have become a part of this group-- all of whom have an enormous capacity for life. They all love to laugh, and when things have been tough really punch in the stomach tough, we have hung together, trying to sort it out or not sort it out because there were no reasonable words. Sometimes our just sitting next to each other is enough. We're nearing the dates of some sad anniversaries. And fortunately, we can talk about things that happened so quickly; things that left us numb and our carrying on was a brave front when all we really wanted to do was fold up. We've lost parents and siblings and friends and children and grandchildren. Some to illness, some to accident, some to the unexplained. I'm so lucky to have these people in my life. The fire burned a long time last night. We arrived home after midnight, but somehow it didn't seem late at all.