Like a pebble in my shoe, the 31st of August is with me every step of this month. After 9 more days I will wake up, don my traveling clothes, drive an hour to see my grandmother, and then westward toward the sun setting on my life in Virginia and dawning on this new adventure in Texas.
Meanwhile, there are still the remnants of the past year in a pretty big house shared by three of my adult children, their families, and me. They have promised me that it will be emptied this weekend. I’m counting on it!
In my view, it’s all the little scattered stuff at the end that wears on the nerves and calls for stamina to materialize from nothing. Tidying up the unseen “scattered things” of memory and regret is for another time. Dear dear Robert Frost, indeed I do “have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep”.
(quotation from Robert Frost’s poem Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening)