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September days...

It seems like whenever my plans are interrupted (and I see javelinas!) something better than I imagined comes about.  I am so glad I did not attend my mother-in-law's funeral.  Thank you, God!  This has provided me the opportunity to spend time with my dear, sweet, little parents.  I brought them to my home, in the Jeep Wrangler and grilled steak and teriyaki chicken and heated the pool to 92 degrees and my Dad and I went swimming!  It was a fantastic day.  Due to macular degeneration, Dad can't see well.  But it just didn't seem to matter.  My mom chose not to partake in our fall frolic, but listened to Nat King Cole on a jazz compilation on my Bose (crystal clear)...with the breeze....simply amazing. 

Sedona is so lovely now.  The brilliant blue sky above the red clay spires never cease to amaze me.  I am so fortunate to breathe the fresh, clean air....near my son and my parents and with my cat, dog, and husband.  The air was so fresh when I had a manicure and pedicure.  What a beautifully clean aloe vera scent which I have smelled (and loved) before. THIS is my favorite time of year (here or anywhere for that matter).  I read that a group of people gather together for a midnight rendezvous of Neil Young singing  "Harvest Moon".  It is a romantic song and may very well be my favorite.  If you've never heard it, find a way to listen to it this fall.  ---Later....I did just that.  What a beautiful (maybe, baby full-moon?) night.

That was Tuesday.  This was to be continued .  . .

Why is it that it always seems to be rainy before a funeral?  Why is it that funerals are so complicated?  What is that death tax, anyway?  Why do birds suddenly appear (oops, I digress). . .This is an awesome time for me to be alone.  How nice.  How peaceful.  My husband is attending my mother-in-law's funeral.  Bon Voyage, darlin' !  (By now, it must be obvious to you as to why I'm not in Salina, at the funeral blah-blah-blah.)  I am not a bad person.  I wasn't even a bad daughter-in-law.  In fact, I was an excellent daughter-in-law.  I just can not conjure up tears at will.  This is just another change of season which I've been ready for (for decades).

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Yes, seasons change. Good post, Anne. Here - for others is a place to hear the wonderful Harvest Moon.


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Harvest Moon...

Thank you, dear Sharon. Sending you best wishes for a heavenly harvest.