Soon to be on the road, headed to Colorado, I don't know that this post will be more than a brief shout-out in the midst of silence. I have had the content of this post planned since last Sunday morning when I sat and listened to the sermon by Pastor Lou Houesmann at Grace Brethren in Long Beach. Settle back with some hot coffee and click here for the mp3. And happy birthday to my dearling sister, Amanda.
Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e...
You know Colorado is only Kansas away from Missouri...
ReplyDeleteI really promise I posted a response to this days ago. Stupid blogger never remembers my precious words! grr...
ReplyDeletethere is still only Kansas, but of course you're probably already in CA.
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