Covering for friends at work, along with the heavy-duty humidity of this landlocked mid-eastern cornfield country, has left me pr't'near worn out. Well, it was the work and weather, and now I find some degree of obstructive sleep apnea--not just being wery wery wicked. "There's no rest for the wicked."
July arrived with heat and sunshine (corn stalks nearly five foot high) and another birthday. And, aother chance to redeem my soul for the wickedness of the past three or four or five decades.
Little brother and his son went climbing the 'big one' turning back at 17,500 feet. Smart guy has kept himself fit and enthusiastic all his life. Says the snow and ice got boring after a bit, sunburns off the glare. Imagining peeling facial skin and his prominent nose. But, so much relieved that was it. Summer climbs always have the danger of melting snows and slides, though storms might be less than in winter climbs.
In any case, there's a special angel in heaven who succumbed 22 years ago during a mid-winter climb. How I wish she were here in person to meet her nieces and nephews. Sometimes, it's enough to say one's belief in heaven exists in legacies of loss.
Younger son was reluctant to enjoy the fireworks, so 'went out for pizza' and he got to view the magnificence in the skies, something of beauty, beyond his control, and a wonder to behold, taking him beyond 'himself' if for only a few minutes. Older son took videos, and it was wonderful, as it took him out of 'himself' as well, in an effort to think of others and their enjoyment.
Fireworks, invented by the Chinese, and such an ephemerally short occasion of beauty and grandness, a nanosecond of the blossoming of the stargazer lily, evoking summertime, often considered a state of mind; a time to be looking forward all the cold times of the year when an icy wind blows, but a time to curse the lack of sleep it engenders. Summertime is a time of grand enjoyment of everlasting green lit by fireflies, cold watermelon and symphony fermatas echoing in the trees of air-conditioned evenings, far far from mosquitoes.
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