Jun 15 2005
My sister Beth is on her way back to England this morning. We sent her on her way with a merry little earthquake as an after-dinner treat. I have to say you feel the earthquakes more in a little house in the country than you do in an apartment in the city. It’s quieter, however: more shake, less rumble. Beth found it a little unnerving, though personally I’m more disturbed by the Giants’ seemingly unending losing streak. At least the Yankees are doing badly, too. Maybe neither of them will make it to the playoffs this year.
As the night turned to another bright day, heralded by the seagulls and sea lions and the anxious voice of the foghorns, I wondered if Jonathan or Beth was lying awake, too, and thought of Megan, who was working yet another long night. I wondered if our mother was sleeping her narcotic sleep, or battling her fear and pain. I thought of the long, strange journey that had brought us together yet again under the California stars. Our paths started together, diverged – sometimes by thousands of miles – but we always come back together.
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It was so nice of CA to give Beth something to remember her trip by – other than endless visits to the hospital. I have to say that I don’t miss earthquakes at all – even though I only ever felt one of the three.
I hope everybody slept relatively well and that things turn out well.
I am still thinking of you and your mum Suzy-Girl. I really do hope your mum is not battling with fear and pain but finding a sense a peace in her heart. I will pray for that for her. ((( hugs ))). Be strong and remember to look after yourself too.
7.0 – that would put a scare in me.
My best wishes for you and your family.
Cas