Barbara J. Hamby

Drizzly Day

I awoke this morning feeling very sad. A dream of my friend of more than sixty years moving away had upset me. But, when I opened my eyes, I remembered that she was, indeed, gone. Then I was even sadder. I have pictures, and greeting cards, and a few emails I’ve saved. But there have not been any of those for several months and there will be no more. I will try to focus on all the good times and good laughs we had together over those many years. Eventually, I should be able to go back and look through the mementos and enjoy them.

The gray, drizzly sky today matches my mood. Fortunately, I got the lawn cut on a sunny afternoon before the rain showed up. Actually, our grass is postage-stamp size. Al says he can cut it in five minutes. It takes me about ten. His back has been bugging him, but he did get more vegetable seeds planted yesterday. Most of the first batch he planted didn’t germinate.

Tomorrow morning I’ll take my books to Wordstock at the Convention Center. Even if I don’t sell many books, and I usually don’t, it’s fun to go and see all the other writers and readers. This is the first year for Wordstock. It is the hope of its organizers, and other interested persons that it will be an annual event.

I have a biography that’s beckoning me to curl up and read. Sounds too good to pass up.