It is 2 PM on a Sunday afternoon. Mother's day. Dad has just cooked a big pot of homemade spaghetti sauce. Within minutes, we are sitting around the kitchen table eating spaghetti, garlic bread, and salads while we talk and laugh. It is so delicious. I cherish these moments with my family. It feels so wholesome and good -- the things good memories are made of.
Woke late this morning and reluctantly. I had aspirations of catching morning trains down at the rail yard. I ended up eating a breakfast of Frosted Flakes cereal and bananas and sleeping in.
The days are getting so long! It doesn't get dark till almost 9 PM. It is spring and it is spectacular outside. I, too, find myself counting down the hours till sunset though. Sleep is my only respite from life and I welcome it. Being able to dream of winning lotteries and eating at posh restaurants is a frequent trend. Most years I have longed for Spring, the same as everyone does, and can’t wait for the longer days, all this magical light, lasting into the evenings.