There are still moments of quiet happiness in my life.
I just had lunch with an old friend who lives another lifestyle away.
Though only 20 minutes away, our busy lives keep us apart.
But today she bridged the gap and came for lunch.
We talked and talked and slurped our Pho Nams. Occasionally tears welled up in my eyes but mostly we laughed.
I was pronounced mentally healthy.
No small thanks to all of you.
After she left I let the animals out to roam about the yard. Gus found much to be of interest under the window of the new neighbors' indoor cats.
I don't think he'll be invited in for lunch.
Now I'm in the kitchen attempting a simple tagine a la Jamie Oliver.
I'm listening to an interview on NPR with Richard Blanco, the gay, Cuban American poet laureate.
He is reading aloud and the clarity and seeming simplicity of his thoughts gladden my heart and I feel a rush of gratitude.
Unexpected but very welcome.