reds
Just a moment ago, I thought I’d go and talk with my Mom for a while. It seemed perfectly reasonable and matter-of-fact. For a second, I’d totally forgotten that she was gone. How can that be? I guess I know.
I woke, blank and aching this morning. Fairly disconnected. Other than showering, eating and paying some bills, I’ve done nothing constructive.
Was mourning my other lost relationship, earlier. Remembering how nice it was to just sit with her and talk. I haven’t spoken much at all today. Strange, how attenuated the hours get. They almost vanish.
Had a glass of Shiraz and watched a movie. It was short. I may watch another. I’ve opened another bottle of red, as well. I’m off tomorrow. No connection to the wine (other than the color) but I remember Audrey Hepburn’s character talking about the “mean reds” in, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I don’t have those, but I understand that kind of thing a lot better now.
It’s very quiet here.