from my front porch, late one August nightAugust moon
you left
with barely
a farewell.
This is my one August moon shot, which I am posting in response to Manikchand's August moon.
And now it is September. For years, this week was all about school supplies, new shoes (four pairs of feet, how did I do it?) Once my kids were through school, then there were the grandchildren to make the start of the school year exciting. Now...........September is all about cooler temperatures, changing leaf colors, picking blackberries and trying to get the outdoors tidied up and ready for the rains to come.
Today I did a cleaning job for an elderly couple who both have serious mobility issues. They can barely teeter around their small house, have elevator chairs to take them up and down steps, and every doctor's appointment is a major expedition. The woman faces back surgery this month, which is going to make life even more challenging. Yet they are smiling and happy and the little woman, Fiza, talks in a stream of endearments: " God bless you, my sweetheart," she'll say, distractedly watching her hubby totter across the kitchen. Then, to me, "Are you happy, habibti? I thank God that we're together."
I'm telling you, sweeter people I have never met. I worked myself into a lather, lugging the vacuum cleaner up and down, cleaning around a TON of Things, clutter, boxes, memorabilia. The work was exhausting. At the end of three hours, I ached in every bone and muscle. But I felt satisfied. I had done a good job, had really helped them. Their need is so huge that there is no way I can do anything but the best I can for them once a week, and hope we all survive the winter :)
Tonight I am watching the movie Temple Grandin, which tells the story of the brilliant autistic woman whose research and writing has informed better treatment of cattle in the vast cattle ranches of the southern USA. Clare Danes does a marvellous job of portraying Temple.
Last night I watched Helen, a movie about a severely depressed woman, played by Ashley Judd. This is a downer movie, as the story is a very depressed one. But Ashley Judd's acting is incredible.
Behind me on the floor, my old dog's legs are jerking spastically in his sleep, which happens a lot lately. Poor old fellow.
Before dark tonight, my sister and I took the trail down to the river, where the salmon are pooling in the channel below the rapids, getting ready to make their migratory leap, always a fantastic spectacle in fall. A heron stood on a rock at the edge of the river, surveying his dinner possibilities. Along the trail going and coming I was struck by the wonderful photos I might have taken of old growth trunks HAD I THOUGHT TO TAKE MY CAMERA. Argh.
But next week - NEXT week! - a writer friend is taking me over Sutton Pass to Tofino for a beach walk. I will remember my camera that day!
