Friday 10 April, one hundred fifty years after Lee's surrender at Appomattox, I turned to a conversation with Tavis Smiley -- trying to understand the violence and trauma of our times. I have come to the conclusion that it is rooted in The Civil War, and that THAT WAR continues today in Washington D. C.
Saturday 11 April, the door bell rang. "Lynn, come in!" I welcomed a friend who has been helping us recycle books -- thus lightening our load. After he had gone, we made a list of such "Ruby" friends to send to Dexter's family in Atlanta.
Sunday 12 April, Grandad has been helping me repack his van for my next trip to church in New Mexico. I crawled out of my bed, where I've been camping in his recycling room, just before sunrise. Picking up my clothes, I went into the bath/shower room and dressed. Then I checked in on my host and saw that he was sleeping comfortably in his favorite bed, the one that he had bought long ago for his tall son.
Stepping out of the house, I saw the sky turning from ashy grey to baby blue. I listened to the twittering of birds singing in the trees. It was my favorite time of day. I opened the door of the garage and entered the van, my home on the road.
Monday 13 April, Dexter and I met for breakfast at the Copper Kitchen to discuss plans for the week. Priority is repairs to his little Chevy truck.
Carolyn Crisp-Yeager
Friday 17 April, another GOOD ONE! Toggling back and forth, maybe some of our readers will begin to see it? We have resolved a private family matter and reconciled ourselves to accept that our children are old enough to fend for THEMselves -- and to care for the grandchildren and the future. It is time for them all to stop worrying about us. It is time for them to let us go in our own way.
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