In The Summer

In The Summer...this is how I would like my life to be. I should like to go for a 3 or more mile walk in the early morning, come home, put on coffee and go into our little pool. I would like to straighten up our home, which would already be fairly straightened (ok, this is bordering on my 'summer miracle') Then arrange my beading or paints out on the deck and spend the rest of the morning and early afternoon doing either, then run whatever errands I need to, get dinner started, and have a glass of wine. It never turns out anywhere near that, but that is my ideal. I think I need to read different books. Happy Summer!

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.....One of the things that I hope is not a theme here is death because it is what this post will be about as well. I totally recognize that death and life are hand and hand, but when friends are passing away from cancer on what seems to be a regular basis mortality doesn't seem so long lived right now..but I think it is how we should look at our days no matter our age. We don't though.
This person who passed away recently was not a good close friend, but she was a friend who I cared to see on the occasions that I did see her. I am not including her name, because she chose to not share her illness with some friends, me being one of them. I knew that she was ill, and did attempt to reach out to her some months ago but my offer was not accepted. I told her around 13 or so years ago to not think I am weird but that I thought she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. It was true. They were the eyes of a lioness, and when you think of a lioness you think of her cubs as well, this woman with her lioness eyes had a fierce love of her children.
I will miss her. I saw her occasionally in the last 10 years out at stores, etc. We would talk and laugh. She had a great laugh. I remember fondly our 'party' times, out after work. There were not too many of those because she was very devoted to her kids and didn't want them with a sitter while she was out having fun. I do not think she wasted her life at all. I think she loved it, loved the kids and their lives in hers. I am sad, for her children most of all. I have a stanza of a Pat Benetar song that keeps rushing around my head while she is here in my thoughts;
"We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield"
Sadly, I really do not know anything about her life really. Why that song is relating to her at this time for me is a mystery. I will miss her. Safe passage....