Monday, June 22, 2009

Piki's Flowers

My grandmother, Piki, passed away on Friday, June 12, 2009.

Just looking at that sentence makes my eyes water. On my dining room table sit flowers from her funeral. I know that it is time to throw them out, but I cannot steel myself to the task. To toss them away, these now-ugly, decaying blossoms, seems too casual. I would throw out others - normal, everyday flowers. I would save a bouquet from a wedding. But what do I do with these? They are neither normal nor particularly beautiful nor did Piki choose them herself.

When I see them, I think of her, and I do not want to stop thinking of Piki.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Box Avoidance

Facing the second night in our new country home, I should be unpacking, sorting, arranging or something else productive, but I don't want to.
My husband just walked by the window, gun slung over his shoulder. Not everyone approves of guns, and I am just glad that there are fewer neighbors here to protest his personal war on starlings.
Just like the starlings, I am an alien here. I feel as though I still belong in our little 407 house on South Street.
But the big yard is nice, and the kids like the pond.