Perspective

I am vacating my apartment tomorrow as I leave for work because they don't hold them for folks who go on vacation. So I have been doing laundry, running the dishwasher, packing, and watching the tail end of the Democratic National Convention. It is past midnight, but I have done what I need to do tonight. Tomorrow I slog my way to the car with two bags, a briefcase, the girls, one bag of supplies and weather radio to go with my coworkers this weekend and one bag of non-perishable food and stuff to stay with a coworker until my return. Way too much lugging. I will have to make two trips from the carpark to the office but that's OK.

It is OK because I am well and healthy (for a sedentary old codger) and ready - after some last-minute tasks in Albuquerque - to go on a road trip with my very best friend to see people and places we love.

Also well and healthy - but you know they have to be shaken - are two dear friends.

And that's where the perspective comes in.

You see, a tree fell on Jane R's house. Even small storms can do surprising and unexpected damage. So let us remember Jane and +Maya Pavlova, who seem to be doing fine - thanks be to Godde - and yet their world just changed and their secure home breached.

Love to you two ladies!

Meanwhile, Gustav has not been kind where he has already visited.

So we hold each other in our hearts.
--the BB