(This posted a day late due to lack of WiFi)
This weekend was packed with people and activities, and it’s the first time I have pulled out the computer since Thursday.

Friday I drove the bus to a hotel for two nights to attend two thirds of my Mercy High School Class of ’72’s 50th reunion, delayed a year because of Covid. There was a cocktail party at Esca’s in Middletown CT, then a group went to Sicily’s for dinner. Saturday was a meet-and-greet at the school, lunch, a tour (which I skipped to keep my left knee happy), a service in the chapel at which we honored our years together and 17 classmates who have died, dessert, and a raffle. We graduated about 180, and 38 attended (not counting those who “Zoomed” in). If it weren’t for the name tags with our senior pictures attached, I would have been able to identify only four or five women. A classmate I worked with for almost 30 year’s worth of newspaper production would not have been one of them.

While I very much enjoyed my own bathroom, it turned out the large television, microwave, coffee maker (I hate drinking from thin six-ounce paper cups), many lights, and two queen beds were not so great I didn’t spend time wishing I was back on Karma. I just could not get comfortable in bed. Even though I’ll be in my own bed tonight, I still won’t be able completely comfortable – I left my purple eye pillow with the magickal herbs and crystals somewhere under the covers, and when I called the hotel, I was told it had not been reported as found.

Tonight I am at the home where my mother spent a good chunk of her childhood. Her youngest brother still lives in the house, and her youngest sister lives in the small apartment a few yards away. Along with auntie and her friends, I went to a solo piano recital by Timothy Krippner at Kalmia Garden Music Arts in Durham. For fifty minutes, eyes closed, I was the air vibrating with the music and the spirits it touched on the beautiful lawn outside the window opposite my chair. The wine and nibbles afterwards helped to ground me, although the new moon was doing all it could to keep me off balance. I ate big, red, juicy strawberries in honor the the moon, which I did not get to see rise because of cloudy skies. But there is now a break in the clouds as it is rising to the top of the trees. I must go and bask in Her light.

(As always, there are more photos on Facebook.)