Sunday, August 17, 2008

Wish you were here!

I won't say I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long, although I empathize with those of you who feel some lack because of it. Somehow my brain has stopped working in the way that composes and records posts whenever something interesting happens, and I think this is a good thing. I'm not saying the condition won't reverse itself, but for now I can offer only this little post card from the sun-drenched shores of my life.
Dramatic events: In one swift movement I broke and stepped on a pint glass and got 4 stitches in my foot during possibly the busiest week the cafe has seen since the Crazy Health Retreat of April (or was it February?). I do not have health insurance and if I had been forced to visit the ER I might still be paying for it when I am old enough for Social Security benefits to kick in, but we are uber-lucky here in Phoenixville to have a clinic for the uninsured that will take whatever you can contribute to the cost of your care. I am in love with them, even though they yelled at me for using homeopathic wound care and tried to shove pain-killers down my throat (I resisted then and never did need any). I am healing nicely and plan to have my cousin remove the stitches tomorrow when we visit him at the shore.
Magical moments: Lying with my friends Elisa and Diego and their beautiful Italian friend Roberto on the wet grass of their back yard, I saw more shooting stars than I have seen in the entirety of my rapidly extending lifetime on Monday and Tuesday nights. Diego remembers watching the meteor shower every August as a child and we decided to resurrect the tradition.
Things to be grateful for: I am on VACATION (the cafe is closed for week). Gas prices are dropping (at the Wawa in Downingtown the rate is sometimes $.04 per day). This has been the most glorious August weather-wise in my life! The sun is warm, the sky is gorgeous and every time I entertain the idea of lugging up the hose to sprinkle my garden, a thundershower passes through with its gorgeous cloud formations. The blood from my foot that made my doormat look like a murder scene ALL came out thanks to the miracle of oxy-clean...okay, I think I may be testing the limits of your interest in the minutia of my life.
I am wishing you all the eyes and hearts to find the world full of miracles and sweetness!