Well done, it's done. I reopened the shop for the last time while I continued cleaning, sorting, begrudgingly discarding and defiantly keeping despite my best intentions. I made the rounds with my trusty staplegun and reused the signs. They still worked fine. I had fun despite the toil. The last vestiges were big pieces of furniture, a few family set-asides and still more clothes, even after I filled a trailer and the car.
I gave myself more time this trip for visiting, resting and soaking up the perfect autumn days. I watched the leaves change from my Aberdeen windows, each mornings' deeper reds and golds, and woke to cardinals singing. Friend Jane's hospitality was comforting and nourishing.
Shirley failed steadily. No longer did she have the strength to stand or walk across the room. I brought her another table she wanted and she bravely tried to make it to the doorway to see it in place but collapsed into my arms. I was glad for my strength to hold her close. I sang Embracable You as we slowly sidestepped back to her recliner. She sang with me in her rasping, gravelly voice. The poignancy of it all was immense. How often she had danced so gayly on dancefloors around the world with handsome partners - and even toads - who led masterfully.
And I the last.
She reminisced about the night she met my father in a club. How he had watched her all evening finally making his move to ask her to dance when her date went out for cigarettes. How she felt in his arms, how perfectly they danced together and how he then insisted that she become his. Made her promise to cancel all dates and abandon all other suitors immediately. Love at first sight consummated with on
I gave myself more time this trip for visiting, resting and soaking up the perfect autumn days. I watched the leaves change from my Aberdeen windows, each mornings' deeper reds and golds, and woke to cardinals singing. Friend Jane's hospitality was comforting and nourishing.
Shirley failed steadily. No longer did she have the strength to stand or walk across the room. I brought her another table she wanted and she bravely tried to make it to the doorway to see it in place but collapsed into my arms. I was glad for my strength to hold her close. I sang Embracable You as we slowly sidestepped back to her recliner. She sang with me in her rasping, gravelly voice. The poignancy of it all was immense. How often she had danced so gayly on dancefloors around the world with handsome partners - and even toads - who led masterfully.
And I the last.
She reminisced about the night she met my father in a club. How he had watched her all evening finally making his move to ask her to dance when her date went out for cigarettes. How she felt in his arms, how perfectly they danced together and how he then insisted that she become his. Made her promise to cancel all dates and abandon all other suitors immediately. Love at first sight consummated with on