The purple violets are blooming along the path that I walk. Because I know this path so well, I know exactly where to look for them every year and they do not disappoint me.
I walked a long way today, pushing it because I feel like pushing it these days, wanting to be stronger. There is nothing I can do about the wrinkles and age spots and sagging and the falling-off-the-bone of the flesh but I can be strong beneath it all.
Or at least, a little strong.
And then, after my lunch I got in the garden and I planted my peas and I weeded the space where I'm going to plant the onions and all of that took me so long that I was too tired to plant the onions and so I came in and am about to start dinner, which is what I do, of course.
Here is another thing I do every evening now.
I get Mr. Moon's B-12 injection drawn up and waiting for when he gets home. It's going okay. Sometimes I hit my target better than others but the B-12 always gets delivered and so far I haven't hit a bone or anything like that. He says it doesn't hurt. I hope he's telling the truth.
I still hate jabbing that needle into his flesh. It is an action which goes against everything I feel for him- which is to always touch with love and tenderness in mind.
Here are the pictures from yesterday. We ate at one of our favorite places. A buffet that has curries and spring rolls, tofu in many forms, delicious vegetables, everything fresh, and then that freezer full of ice cream and cheesecake and other little delicacies including a sweet daikon radish and carrot salad which is delicious.
We ate outside and Rachel came and Jason too.
This boy wants to eat.
Hot and sour soup. "Is it too spicy, August?"
Pretty Rachel getting her turn at squishy baby holding.
Me with a lap of babies. Maggies' beautiful new hand against my old one, her other hand around her cousin. She just loves "the baby".
Rachel brought presents for all the children. I think August loves his.
And that was yesterday, before everything that happened, happened. We had no idea that as we finished up our lunches and went next door to buy seeds and plants and look at the fountains and the flowers at the nursery, a madman was loading his gun.
Here is something that gives me hope- the children who survived yesterday's shootings are old enough to give sane and credible voice to the need for changes in gun laws. And they know how to use those voices. And they are not suffering the hypocrites and bullshitters gladly or silently. Any need they may have had for that was extinguished yesterday in hails of bullets and cries for help and of agony.
They will not forget. They are going to hold our lawmakers accountable.
As must we.
Thank you for this hopeful post. I love the photo of you with the babies.ReplyDelete
Babies are my best accessory.Delete
I'm clinging to the voices of those near adults. They are sick of it too and they will move things. I know they will.ReplyDelete
Me too! Their voices are clear and true!Delete
your grands and family are so heartwarming, as always. As to the rest of the world......I am still heavy hearted but as you, I believe (and hope with all my heart) that the young people coming into maturity now, will lift their voices, loudly.....and yes, they DO have voices......and that they will make a difference where no one elses voices are being heard. I will do everything I can to encourage their voicesReplyDelete
The young people brought down Richard Nixon. They can bring down the NRA, too. I know they can. They have the passion and courage.Delete
Don't forget that those beautiful grandchildren of yours will grow up good and decent and kind and will also help to change things for the better. I just know it.ReplyDelete
I hope so, Jennifer.Delete
It saddens me that these kids have to be shot at to be heard. But I am so glad they are speaking up.ReplyDelete
Your grandbabies are too cute. I think Magnolia looks just like her big brother Owen. You have grown so much love in that family and it will just keep growing. My hope is that it swallows the world. -Sarah from Columbus
It is unbelievable that they had to be shot at to be heard. To lose their friends. But what they are doing with their anger and their grief is a beautiful thing. And a powerful thing.Delete
I love the violets. Always such a joy to see in February. We get similar ones here in the UK, but much later in the year.ReplyDelete
Honestly, I hope you're right about the power of the younger generations to get things done. I am mystified by the stranglehold that guns have over the USA. It is truly a mystery to me.
It's a mystery to me, too, Steve. Sometimes I wonder if we are a nation of truly small-dicked men who have to compensate with their big ol' guns.Delete
I love that they are speaking out and calling out the hypocrisy to their faces. these kids will be old enough to vote very soon.ReplyDelete
I've dealt with some gnarly wounds, even on some pretty young kids, and even a couple of near-death situations - no problem in remaining collected and dispensing medical care. (Thanks to many great WFR & WEMT instructors!) Once when my little sister needed only slightly-worse-than-superficial debriding of a knee, for some reason I got totally parasympathetic and nearly passed out. I couldn't do it, actually. :/ReplyDelete
Despite my years of nursing school and some experience, I still can hardly bear to look at deep cuts or wounds in my loved ones. It's just...well, hard!Delete
And good grief. Get out of here with those pictures! The lot of them. Geeminey.ReplyDelete
Babies are the best in pictures. Well, except for maybe kittens and puppies.Delete