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A quiet day
Oct. 8th, 2006 07:47 pmOutside the sky is low and pink from all the reflected lights. Fog is rising up off the rivers, and there is a spooky feel to the path that winds beside my house and off into the industrial area. We'll probably get our first frost tonight. It's the kind of night one needs something to snuggle up to, in my case it will have to be a good book. (Both the latest Bloody Jack and DWJ came out this past week.)
I'm making lentil-barley stew (it ends up tasting like corn beef hash, despite it's humble origins and simple ingredients.) There is some dough cooling for cheesy-crescents (cottage cheese, butter, flour, a little parmesan), and if I stay in the mood, I'll make some walnut cookies, too.
This has been a quiet weekend. Dad called this morning and asked if I'd like to have brunch. He was on his way back from Junction. Uncle Rob is dying. He's retired from trucking due to emphasema complicated with lung cancer. They've given him 6 months. He's moved into an apartment in Junction so Linda can look after him.
I was never close to Uncle Rob, his antics have created a lot more harm than love in the family. He inherited more of my Gpa's charm and bad habits (alcoholism, beatings, his way with women) than any other member of the family. My feelings about the situation have more to do with seeing my dad dealing with it, and the rest of the family close ranks around Rob, who if not a black sheep, has certainly been a lost one.
It's at times like this I'm slightly awed that I am a member of this clan. If there's one good thing that's come out of moving back to CO (and there have been many, despite this past, overly serious, year) is to feel more closely connected to the Wood clan, and to establish a better relationship with my father.
I stopped by the library today (where Fay Weldon's latest was on hold for me) and when I came out I saw Amethyst and Dan just returning from a walk. They had their backs to me. I saw them, turned, and kept walking. It's been almost two years since our friendship shattered, and even though we are on speaking terms now, it will never be like it was before.
The juxtaposition between blood family and friends made me wonder what and who will matter in another 20 years.
I'm making lentil-barley stew (it ends up tasting like corn beef hash, despite it's humble origins and simple ingredients.) There is some dough cooling for cheesy-crescents (cottage cheese, butter, flour, a little parmesan), and if I stay in the mood, I'll make some walnut cookies, too.
This has been a quiet weekend. Dad called this morning and asked if I'd like to have brunch. He was on his way back from Junction. Uncle Rob is dying. He's retired from trucking due to emphasema complicated with lung cancer. They've given him 6 months. He's moved into an apartment in Junction so Linda can look after him.
I was never close to Uncle Rob, his antics have created a lot more harm than love in the family. He inherited more of my Gpa's charm and bad habits (alcoholism, beatings, his way with women) than any other member of the family. My feelings about the situation have more to do with seeing my dad dealing with it, and the rest of the family close ranks around Rob, who if not a black sheep, has certainly been a lost one.
It's at times like this I'm slightly awed that I am a member of this clan. If there's one good thing that's come out of moving back to CO (and there have been many, despite this past, overly serious, year) is to feel more closely connected to the Wood clan, and to establish a better relationship with my father.
I stopped by the library today (where Fay Weldon's latest was on hold for me) and when I came out I saw Amethyst and Dan just returning from a walk. They had their backs to me. I saw them, turned, and kept walking. It's been almost two years since our friendship shattered, and even though we are on speaking terms now, it will never be like it was before.
The juxtaposition between blood family and friends made me wonder what and who will matter in another 20 years.
