This was a quiet weekend. On Saturday, I made my first and last trip to the river for the summer. (That's where all of these pictures came from.)
Sunday was a lazy day. There was sleeping in, reading (I started a new book at the river), cooking, movie watching, ice cream making, and that's about it.
The book was "The Jew Store" by Stella Suberman
The movie watching was "It Started With Eve" (1941)
The ice cream was Hot Chocolate complete with chocolate chunks and marshmallows
|water and sand|
Don't ask me why. I don't have an answer. I miss being the one always smiling and laughing. It wasn't fake or put on, it was who I was. And the absence did not come with the entrance of this fall.
|flowers and clouds|
Then, in the book that I reading called (which is a memoir written about a Jewish family who moved to the south with the hopes of opening a dry goods store around 1920), there was a line that kind of went right along with it. The Mother of the family had quite a hard time growing up as a person of Jewish descent. The mantra that always got her through was that, "this is temporary".
So there you go, some words of wisdom for those hard days, times, weeks, months, years.
|drawing in the sand and a sunset straight from the camera.|