“Hope” is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops ... at all - Emily Dickenson

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Mother's Day

Our dining table will seat quite a few people. Yesterday evening it seated two, Lorna and me at the far end, and my daughter Addy and her wife Nicole at the small table near the far horizon.


With Mother' Day today and my 75th birthday coming up on Friday, they came down from Minneapolis last evening to help us celebrate. Addy has been working from home, but as Nicole's job is as an mental health emergency room doctor we are forced to assume they both could be a potential Corvid carriers. To protect us they refuse to stay with us, but they brought down a takeout meal from Travail restaurant and we opened a good Malbec. The meal proved to require more prep than was expected, but every course was amazing and left us with leftovers for a few days.

I really missed the slow goodbye hugs to send them on their way.

Love you both,
Dad

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