I spend a few days away from home, dog sitting for the newlyweds. My other son and his wife, live close by but are working during the day. So, I am left to my own devices. I spend the time doing pretty much just what I feel like doing, and not much more. My son invites me to dinner one night and I actually turn him down, wanting to just stay home with the dog and read. I feel blessed because I can tell just by his response that he is totally okay with my decision and even gets it.
“We need solitude, because when we're alone, we're free from obligations, we don't need to put on a show, and we can hear our own thoughts.”
― Tamim Ansary
I try and go shopping one afternoon. I try on shoes and go to my favorite used book store and drop into a store I have always wanted to check out. I talk myself out of everything. I do stop and have a latte, in a real mug, and sit and people watch.
“I discovered windows one afternoon and after that, nothing was ever the same.”
― Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water
We spend most of the day on the covered deck. Even when the weather turns a bit chilly. I bundle up in my flannel and my sweats and read and write a bit. I catch him sitting on the couch one afternoon and scold him and then take the blame as I had forgotten to put his bed outside that morning. I mean look at that face, he is definitely trying to tell me something. I hear you, I tell him!
“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.”
― Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
I spend one day away, visiting a dear friend and her family in their new home. We talk, go out to lunch and walk on the beach. I get some hard news while we are together and I find myself thinking how blessed I am to receive it with her by my side. I have lots of time to think on the news on the drive back to my son's and I grow and understand myself a little bit more by morning. Being alone is just what I needed to let it go.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
~ Hermann Hesse
The day I am heading home, my son asks if I want to go to Cloud Mountain to taste apples. They are going to get a few apple trees. I think, oh, I should get home. I think, he and the dog are waiting for me. I think, I have been gone five days. And then I think, what would you like to do? And, I hop in their car. We taste apples and pears and eat wood-fire pizza and listen to music. The day is glorious and I bring home an olive plant, which has the most beautiful foliage. I think real olives growing on it would only be a bonus. We laugh on the way home because there is hardly room for the three of us among the trees.
"October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month".
- Henry Ward Beecher