Day 267

September 24, 2021

I have so much to tell you.

50 years ago you turned 21 and we bought you a red down jacket, I think it was a North Face, for your present.  I think back though and September 24, 1971 why were we celebrating birthdays in the Overridge Lane house?  I was already living in Westport.  So I start to think, maybe it was your 18th and Bob's 21st?  That would make it 1969 and we would be in that house, but.....

Those years are a large pot of stone soup in my memory.  I have these precise clean memories, but I can't always place them in time.  

You weren't around for my 21st.  You had already gone to Wyoming.  So my last birthday, when you gave me American Pie and a chocolate orange must have been my 19th and I was pregnant and you weren't interested.

Today you are 71.  What are you interested in now?  50 years, holy shit, a lifetime of births and deaths and degrees and lovers and for me poems and stories.  How about for you?

These two vultures have established territory up here.  How do you tell the difference between a male and a female turkey vulture?  

They are flying high.  They have a large freshly hayed pasture to soar above and the occasional road kill.  

Nice sunset tonight.  Friend spoke about the passing of his older brother.  Melancholy was a word I learned in the 5th grade from Mr. Mansfield.  

Does trauma become an accepted normal part of society?