MountainMornings

There’s a book about the things soldiers carried with them to war. There’s an article about the things millions of refugees from Syria carry with them over borders. And there’s the things I carried with me for a short stay at a NYC hospital. 

I wore one pair of very sensible shoes so I wouldn’t have to pack any other shoes. I didn’t anticipate time to walk or visit a gym, and sneakers take up too much space. 

I purchased one of those plastic partitioned pill bottles old ladies use for their meds. I put one allergy pill, one Aleve, and one multivitamin in each of the seven compartments. I emptied the last compartment today. The Flapper gave me good genes. 

I threw in one nightgown and seven shirts with underwear. I thought two sweaters would do, after all I’m a New Englander at heart and figured the nights might be getting cold. 

I packed two blue eternity necklaces for the Bride. I had just learned to string seed beads and pearls with crystals and figured it was good hand therapy for the broken finger. The Bride’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to surprise her. Then I kept stringing, one for Cait, one for Kay my other September birthday girls. And for good measure I made one for Ada. 

Because these are the women who bring sparkle into my life, and because I know we are family in an eternal circle of love. 

The Circle Line just went by our window on the Hudson. And it made me think, when we leave here I forgot to pack a hat.