Barbara J. Hamby

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Dreary Saturday

A dreary Saturday, bringing news of similar weather in Southern California, also. My sister just emailed the forecast for the week. Bad weather this weekend, a few good days, and more storms coming in on Thursday, the day we arrive there.

Yesterday a fat robin visited the brightly berried bush outside my office window. He (or she) and I had breakfast together. I had blueberries instead of the red ones. When I lived in Vancouver, a fat robin hung around on my deck every year. I wondered if he was the same one each time. I guess I should look up the life span of robins so I would have a clue.

My first husband, my daughter’s father, has just been diagnosed with bone cancer, which spread from his bladder. He is in a facility where hospice can come to him and make him more comfortable until the end.

He is the last of my three former husbands. The second, who was my son’s father, passed away more than twenty years ago. The third died several years ago. All three were veterans of World War II. In my opinion, they all had emotional scars from those experiences, although only one had visible physical scars.

Since I will be the last remaining parent for my two children, it behooves me to take care of myself. Certainly I want to stick around for some time to come. I have a lot to say and do yet. I definitely have a lot more sorting and tossing of stuff to do, also.