Biscuit Day #672

Random notes and the rain falls

I don’t think I even published a biscuit day post last week. Life has felt a bit hectic of late, getting better, trying to will the last of this stuff out of my body, trying to adjust physically and mentally to my new schedule, and then the regular boatload of worries. Today, as I grumbled over my biscuit photos not being good it occurred to me I could actually take a picture from a previous biscuit day and nobody would know or care. I would though, and it just wouldn’t be right (yes, I know that’s ridiculous). It’s the same reason I rarely start a post and pick it up later. I’m only satisfied if these posts are live so to speak, à la minute if you will. I suppose it’s the same reason I don’t enjoy posting old pictures as much. As I said to someone yesterday, this is me processing my life. And damned if there isn’t a lot to process sometimes.

And on that note, in loving tribute to my beloved Mary Sack, here is one of my favorite clips of her, dancing across the 5 Spot to Tom Waits. Oh, man, it is just so hard to believe she is gone. How can a life force like this be extinguished?

Now in other random notes…

We were feeling lazy and rebellious the other night so we ordered burgers from The Space in downtown Champaign. Yes, this is what it has come to, my idea of rebelling is ordering food for delivery. Sigh. And better yet? It’s only myself I’m rebelling against as we shouldn’t spend the money. Geesh. However, good God in heaven was it good! I was able to get a great gluten free bun too. We got one order with regular fries and one with duck fat fries, and yes, go for the duck fat fries, your extra $2 will be well spent. I’ve heard only good things about the place and now I can say the same.

My view from the bench I sit on when I wait for Ernie to pick me up from work. I like watching the changes in the garden. The columbine were lovely, the irises stunning and now the summer flowers start with these lilies.

We are still trying to get seeds in the ground. I know, I know, it’s mid June already. It seems to get later every year. I can just see us doddering around as we get older, Ernie saying, “but Cynthia, it’s almost September,” and me saying, “Just plant the god damned zinnias, Ernie. And did you remember to soak the morning glory seeds?”

We did have the best help in the yard last week.

Owen, Trinity, Leo and their friend Duncan as well. I was so touched. Watching them work, talking and laughing, changing their music periodically, I felt like I was watching a mirage of sorts. It could have been Judi, Ernie, me and Eileen doing this for my parents. I realized that they are all in their early 20’s and in some ways that’s how old I always think of myself.

“Into each life some rain must fall ,”said Longfellow.

“Have you ever seen the rain?,” said John Fogerty.

“Rain, rain, rain, take your washing off the line,” said Ian Hunter.

I feel rain today for Mary Sack and for Malcolm Holcombe, whose memorial was yesterday. And for Ed and Cyndi that loved them so.

But the seeds are in.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia