Letters To

I went back and searched both my blogs, because I thought I had posted this story, but I guess I didn't. Anyway, here's my other bat story... My mom passed away Tuesday, July 11, 2006, in Atlanta, GA, where she had lived since 1967. G. and I had arrived at her house from Colorado on Sunday evening, went to see her in hosp. on Monday morning, where she had been in and out of ICU for a bit over a month. She initially went in to have treatment for a diabetic foot ucler, then progressed to breathing problems because of CHF, and the night they released her out of ICU and into a regular room, she had what we later found out was a cardiac arrest, coded, and they revived her. Well, after they "revived" her, basically she was on a vent and pretty non-responsive. Anyway, when I visited her, she was back in ICU, and unable to speak, but she recognized my voice, and she looked at me when I asked her to, blinked when I asked her to, and so I know that she knew I was there. My sis...

Monday morning. It's odd, working from home, working whenever I have work, being able to do a bit here and a bit there, that Monday would have any meaning as MONDAY, per se, but it does. There is still the "feeling" of beginning another week. I walked this morning, a long one, trying to get this heavy body and these old feet in some kind of shape for my upcoming trek. It's been hot here during the day, so I prefer to walk in the predawn hours, leaving somewhere between 5 and 5:30 am. It's a magic time. There's always a little breeze and the sounds of the birds and other day creatures waking up. This morning, after I had been underway for a short while, I happed to look up at the lightening sky. There was the waning moon directly overhead, edges blurred by a few low hanging, wispy clouds. And, suddently, three black streaks flashing right overhead. Three bats!! They dipped and dived around me for a few minutes, and then they were on their way, probably to hide ...