May 15, 2017, Prescott-
There was no obligatory Mother’s Day post here, this year. The Second Sunday itself was largely taken up with funerary rites. Mom got a call from me in the evening, though two earlier attempts were made. She’s on the move yet, during the day, so evening always seems to work best.
She loves the roses, and will hopefully have some idea of what I can do, come July, regarding helping to renovate our family home of 62 years. Those are more welcome gifts than tying up the phone, which she finds tiresome, after ten minutes or so. Perhaps the best gift I can give her, though, is maintaining a positive attitude. It’s gotten her through nearly nine decades, and keeps her on top of what goes on, day by day.
My second brother, also a model of positivity, came through today’s medical procedure, ready as ever to get back to taking on the world. He helps guide the company that produces some of Boston’s finest frankfurters (“hot dogs” is not the term of choice there).
That news is indicative of this month: Warm and cool days intermingle. Death and suffering are dovetailed with love and recovery. Years ago, my over-correcting, on a California surface road, almost derailed our pending marriage, but warmer hearts and cooler heads prevailed. Fifteen years later, I had walking pneumonia, which took well into June to disappear. Now, twenty years further on, I am in the penultimate week of a challenging, but largely successful, academic year, and my first full-time stint since 2004. ( A brief internship with a rather mercenary “social service” agency, in 2009, hardly counts.)
May, 2017 has met its Ides, and the year as a whole is moving along, much faster than the previous two. I wonder what Quantum Physics has to say about such things.