It takes a village. Hillary Clinton on bringing up children but applies as well to how society runs Good neighbors. They have provided continuing support for me. My personal cavalry when, one day, Burt was so agitated about going out to the street that he rammed his walker against a wall. Down he went. AContinue reading “That village [re-blogged]”
Category Archives: Connection
No aide [a day on the journey]
I take my respite seriously. I’ll admit sometimes too seriously. Time away from the unusual thinking fostered by LBD is my golden ticket to staying sane. Or so I fervently believe. I take that time each weekday. On the weekends, we have help so I can have less hands on with the care. All ofContinue reading “No aide [a day on the journey]”
Dreaming (re-posted)
My friend wondered where our dreamscapes come from when I shared my dream with her. My dream of Burt, probably lastTh or Fr was meant to be noted on the following morning. I forgot to write it down then. When I did recall it, it struck me as odd, funny and pleasant. We wanted toContinue reading “Dreaming (re-posted)”
Burt deserved the extraordinary [redux]
Burt was extraordinary. He and I had lived a happy, carefree, and modest life. We had no ambition to stir us towards greatness. He had daydreams of coaching a hapless team with me in the dug- out by his side. Sometimes. Not an ambition. We were impressed by talent and in Burt’s case that meantContinue reading “Burt deserved the extraordinary [redux]”
One spring day with Burt
Last night, Burt and I took a walk
It was a dream, of course, and quite lovely. And elaborate. Last night, I dreamt that Burt and I were out walking. We took a short cut through the lobby of a hotel, maybe one I’ve dreamt of before, but not in a long while. It was like my dream version of the Williams Club. Continue reading “Last night, Burt and I took a walk”
Burt over the years
The picture top left just turned up in my phone. I was just noodling and this photo from 2006 popped up. Burt in front of Peking ducks is a long forgotten restaurant. It’s the only photo I (and you) had not seen before.
I ran into…
Last week I ran into a friend who now owns a bar-restaurant that Burt and I frequented; we hug, she offering me condolences and saying now you’ll live your bestlife. Then she’s telling me that Burt was a character. Hearing her assessment is a blessing. That day, I also ran into a Social Worker IContinue reading “I ran into…”
