July is almost over. Walmart has a big back to school display with crazy low prices like twenty-five cents for white glue. Costco has begun with the Halloween decorations. Last week I noticed a big skeleton hovering over an aisle. I just read that Starbucks is starting their pumpkin spice drinks early.
I felt like I was in a season no man land for most of this week. The morning were all cool and gray which is very un-summer like in Southern California. Not that I'm complaining. It was great not to have to turn on the air conditioning and to actually be cold when we had pizza on an outside patio in the evening.
I had to use my imagination to write of languid summer with in Indiana for SCONED TO DEATH. Right now writing has become a welcome distraction from other stuff I'm dealing with and once I am feeling that humid weather as I write about it and have to take a moment when I stop to recalculate where I am.
There have been daily trips to take my husband stuff at the rehab place. The place is much nicer, but the whole situation has stirred up an undercurrent of emotion. It was exactly at this time of year I dealt with my mother being in a rehab place and then back to the hospital. I distinctly remember being in her hospital room that last time. Rain was making slash marks on the window as I sat there alone. She didn't even look like herself anymore. Down the hall, someone was being released. There were balloons and happy chatter. It was a reminder that life went on as my mother's was ending. She died the next day