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November the First.
It's possibly the last week for cherry tomatoes. Clearly one of the final weeks for summer squash. I didn't see any of the delicate pears this week, and not too many heirloom apples. The seasons are changing in ways I can't contemplate, and some of the changes are ones I recognize and understand, and in that, I take some comfort.
Of late, for a lot of small reasons and no good reason at all, I've been feeling isolated and lonely. I've been trying to make somewhat more of an effort to reach out where I can, push myself to say hello, and it helps somewhat. Tonight at the usual Friday night family dinner, both my brothers came, but I could only manage to hold a conversation with one of them - there simply wasn't much to say to the other. It was kind of funny that while I was talking to the one about a movie, the other was talking to my parents about a recent doctor's visit. Kind of funny in that it wasn't something where he thought all of the people at the table needed to hear the information he was relaying, even when the two of us in the sidebar heard enough to weigh in about x-ray technology and its limitations on soft tissue. So I can't say what the deal was with the reason for going or what the diagnosis ended up being. Just that at some point, something happened - which pretty tidily sums up a lot of my relationships and knowledge of my brothers these days.
Of late, for a lot of small reasons and no good reason at all, I've been feeling isolated and lonely. I've been trying to make somewhat more of an effort to reach out where I can, push myself to say hello, and it helps somewhat. Tonight at the usual Friday night family dinner, both my brothers came, but I could only manage to hold a conversation with one of them - there simply wasn't much to say to the other. It was kind of funny that while I was talking to the one about a movie, the other was talking to my parents about a recent doctor's visit. Kind of funny in that it wasn't something where he thought all of the people at the table needed to hear the information he was relaying, even when the two of us in the sidebar heard enough to weigh in about x-ray technology and its limitations on soft tissue. So I can't say what the deal was with the reason for going or what the diagnosis ended up being. Just that at some point, something happened - which pretty tidily sums up a lot of my relationships and knowledge of my brothers these days.