Sylvia's Journal

While I was sleeping Sita climbed Mount Sinai by the light of a very full moon and then camped out with bedouins – at least that was the plan. We have not heard from her since and hope everything turned out as magic as she imagined and that she made it back down safely.

Here things were less exciting; a full work day interrupted by an acupture session to get that Chi flowing again across and between parts of my body that are stiff, sore or both. I have also made an appointment to see Julia, my physical therapist, again. She is in high demand; I have to wait a couple of weeks, unfortunately. As a last resort I will call the orthopede but given how short these consultations are, how hard to get and how disappointing in terms of pain relief, I prefer not to.

Today we are entering Memorial Day weekend. Axel put in the geraniums at the family graves in between the gentle spring rains that have prepared the earth for all the plantings that will be happening this weekend here on the North Shore. The full moon has passed and we have received the go ahead from the universe for tomatoes, basil and other plants that do not like frost or cold nights. Later this morning we are finally going to put in the asparagus crowns that the Lasmans offered to us last fall. It will be a day of yardwork – a gorgeous sunny day, blue skies and the lilacs and beach plum (Jennee’s tree) in full bloom with shades of pink, white, violet and deep purple. It would also be a great day for flying but I think I’ll stay on the ground.

We are all up early this morning because Joe’s plane for San Diego departs early. Axel, the only non morning person among us, is driving which meant breakfast at 5:45 AM. He was jump-started with Harrar coffee from Ethiopia. It worked; they just left, on time. Joe’s visit was very different from his last one when we were in calamity mode. Although a wonderful and memorable visit at the time, we prefer to have it this way where we are all on same plain, at least physically.