The throes of summer are still weighing down the weather, at least with heat and humidity. While Keely and I got out the door by 6:30 am, the day was already starting in with summer.
We kept it short, mostly because I am feeling lazy, so went on our usual tour around Lake Ella. There’s been a little more work done in the area where the picnic gazebos used to be, but nothing as dramatic as their removal. I noticed a few more anti-homeless “decorations” have been added to benches and picnic tables in order to prevent people from lying down on them (I took photos but I am working on my tablet while my computer situation is terrible, so no fancy photo shenanigans for the time being).
Yesterday was my mother’s birthday, which for me marks the month-long countdown to her death day — she died a month after her 51st birthday, back in 1994. I am again struck by how entrenched grief like this is, where even going on thirty years later my mind is tossed back to those times like a dingy on a wide ocean.
So, for me, it is a melancholy weekend, in a softly sad way. Absences still keenly felt.