twilight all over

I drank coffee later than usual yesterday. Much later. This was before, during, and after a long, hour-plus conversation with my sister Sandy, over there in New Hampshire. Catching up – lots to hear, some to say.

I’m so grateful both of my sisters remain here on the planet, one older, one younger. And both my sons. If you saw yesterday’s post, most of my best friends (including Billy in Costa Rica) are long gone. I don’t take any of this for granted. The most simple things.

I finished a novel by George Pelecanos last night, one of the almost zillion books which found their way home to me recently – the fifth or sixth novel I’ve finished the last few weeks. Jack Kerouac’s “Maggie Cassidy” is waiting, its backdrop my old haunts in Lowell (MA) where I lived a bunch of years. Back then was the prime time of my running roads and trails and paths, and I would push a walkman into the back pocket of cutoffs and run over one bridge and back another, crisscrossing the Merrimack River, often nine miles round trip following the long commute back from work in Boston. Playing cassettes, ones I’d recorded on stereo equipment which felt more important back then, though I guess the Camry’s CD player and sweet head phones on the Lenovo’s YouTube and it’s just always the rock and roll.

I came up with a bunch of agreements the last day of June, mostly vows, with myself, for do’s and dont’s in the month of July. So far so good.