Back from Edmonton, it was an overwhelming week there. Sharon's memorial was pretty much perfect.
Today I buzzed Kip's hair to a length that would make any marine proud. It's falling out pretty fast, but of course, Kip has the world's most beautiful head so that's less upsetting for the rest of us than for her. Kip is sporting a beautiful black toque that makes me need to speak in French. Nausea continues to be a problem, but it's better than yesterday. We went for a short walk in the fall air and realized we've never spent September together. Today Julie picked up the first season of Glee and Prime Suspect (the complete collection) so we're pretty damned excited. Love to all, Catherine
"The breezes taste
ReplyDeleteOf apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."
- John Updike, September
Dear Kip and Catherine: ...Enjoy September days together...
Abbie
Anything with Helen Mirin is alright by me. Glad you are back, Catherine.
ReplyDeleteAbbie, that is a great poem.
i knew kip would look amazing bold (or is it bald? my english does have limits. . .). i just had a feeling you have the perfect head for this. and i am sure the crisp fall air just makes the sensation so pristine.
ReplyDeletehugs, dorit.