Yesterday,
Mother's Day, I took my
cool mom to visit my
grandparents at their
farm in
Missouri. This will probably be the last time I ever see them, since they are 85 and 89 years old, and I am about to move to
California. I don't know if I will miss them or not; we have never been that
close. Still, I'm glad I went; it made them feel good, if nothing else.
Grandpa and I looked at an
atlas so he could see where I'll be going to
graduate school. They lived in
Contra Costa county during
World War II, so he knows the area some. His
sister even went to
Berkeley for a while.
Grandma had me smell the
mock almond bush out front, and I think I can still smell it.
I wrote
Li Qingzhao's lingering fragrance last night, and
State of Tomorrow today. And I'll try to quit now, honestly, I am vaguely
embarassed by the fact that I
node poetry.
Sigh.
It is the second day that my
beloved has been back at his
home.
I miss him. Still, I have so many
things to do in order to
move that I guess I won't have too much time to feel
lonely.