Friday, February 28, 2025, 28.8*
Blue rises from the horizon like ragged mountains. I expect to hear birds but that comes later I suppose. Sand mixed with salt, sand Chris spread last night on the deck, on the ramp, on the hardened unforgiving unyielding snow, snow that bruised my knees and my hip yesterday, today sand provides a sure footing for us all. Holding onto the fence, raindrops glisten frozen; Soleil will be here later encouraging them to fall.
7 days in February, seven days my driveway was plowed. One day in February my roof was shoveled. Some days food was delivered. One day I took Zsolt to the vet. One day I took Zayne to the vet. One day I dusted. One day I went to the dentist then to look at flower bulbs. Everyday I got up, took care of the dogs, cooked, washed dishes and sometimes clothes. One day I was angry when the plumber spilled rubber cement like drops of blood on the laundry room floor, the laundry room attached to my kitchen, the laundry room without a door. Rubber cement still looks like fresh drops of blood an everyday reminder to be careful of my words, of their power, how words affect me, especially the words I’ve been taught never to say to others.
“Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths,
but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion,
that it may give grace to those who hear.”
Ephesians 4:29 ESV
Photo: LJ Austin
