Feeling fine in the heat of summer

My friend Pat has gone back to the desert.  She shivered for the entire week of her visit, though she did so with humor and good grace.  The heat has taken over the Delta now, which means 90 during the day and 60 at night with average humidity.  I don’t mind.

I feel a little dampness in those places where humans sweat.  My joints swell. I have to ease back on the delicious pink Himalayan salt and drink more water.   No worries, I can handle it.  To paraphrase Judge Leonard J. Hughes, Jr., I awakened this morning which is more than a lot of people can say.  So let’s get the show started.

The scant hour drive from Oakland back to Park Delta Bay felt like floating today.  After a delightful visit in the home of Nancy and Jim Carriere, the urge to return to my nest kept my foot on the gas at a steady pace.  As I handed my five dollars to the toll lady on the far side of the Antioch Bridge, a huge grin spread across my face.  She returned it, with just a little bit of puzzlement obvious in the tightening of her brow.  Have a great day, I urged, tucking my change into the arm rest.  She nodded. I started over the bridge and descended into the Delta.

Home.  No one and nothing waits for me but a sense of peace and a summer breeze. Nonetheless, I pull into the parking space of Angel’s Haven still wearing the goofy expression of a happy girl.  I haven’t solved my problems, but I’m feeling hopeful.  It could happen. The keenness in my heart could slash through the muddle in my brain.  Light could pierce the shroud which surrounds my soul.  I stand on  my porch as the sun sets over the park and tell myself, Anything can happen.

It’s the twelfth day of the fifty-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.


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