Bowl of Cherries

Went to see Joyce's mom Alice yesterday. Amazing transformation. Alice has become a thinker, reflective and a reader. This is not the woman I knew prior to Joyce's death. She and Jack talked and talked about history and God and what happens to the energy that makes up a human being after the body dies. I was floored, not only about Alice changing, but in the knowledge my son had I didn't know he possessed. He was discussing historical figures and events I had never heard of. He was debating and explaining how he thought about things and I thought I was listening to an adult. Of course earlier in the pool he was spitting water at his sister through a foam tube and making her scream so there it is again, he is still a child, just a really smart one.

Lady still does not have a new home. Once again, anybody who wants her or knows someone who wants her, please give me a call or email me. I'll drive her to Texas (hint, hint) even! On happy move news, have delivered the paint to the new apt. and Jr. has agreed to paint a border of cherries in my new kitchen. Alice has agreed to let me take a painting of Joyce's I have wanted since her death. I will put it in the livingroom. My new livingroom will be Bermuda Blue! I have new dishes with cherry borders that make me happy whenever I look at them. I am so happy also that we will be back in our old neighborhood. It is green with woods and trees and every house is unique and just walking around the block makes me feel good. From the first time I saw the neighborhood as a five year old child, I loved it. And we will be surrounded by old friends and neighbors. Sense of community, sense of love, sense of peace. Just get a sensation of being able to breathe again; a sleeping through the night.

Sleeping under the trees on Yoshino mountain
The spring breeze wearing Cherry blossom petals

Saigyo