Day 333

November 29, 2022

My mentor, Tom Toleno's, birthday.

My favorite activity with my sister Barbara was playing bridge.  We were taught by one of the best and the same man and had the same thirst for winning at it.  I think that last time we played was with Trudy and Kendall Gifford in Westminster West when we had driven through a snowstorm to be able to play and then drove home late on very bad roads, pumped by the game.

The death of my first sibling has made me so aware of how many loved ones have gone.  All three of the people at that bridge table with me are gone.  Sad, sad, sad.

The otters were happy in the rookery today.  It was 37 and damp this afternoon, and they were playing.  They greeted the wood ducks and I think may have come closer if I had gotten out of the car.

So many people have talked about Barb and music.  Yes, music was her passion, and I have music memories, too.  But I also have tons of silly memories and a few poignant ones.  Some horribly sad memories, and a few, fuck you, memories.  Sisterhood is complex.  You're partners, you're pals, you're competitors. She has been there my whole life, similar but different than a parent.  Oh Barb, give me a sign that you're at peace.  Love you. 

No rainbow today, many more clouds and the moon was high up there.  A dead tree had fallen near where I sat in the car yesterday, dead wood all over the road. 

do you think she is pregnant?  What is the gustation period for deer?