Back to work. Few adventures this weekend, but good ones with the boy and his mom - discovering secret hidden passages at the storage unit space, exploring the back yard more fully, expelling the villains from the area before dinner, pondering the river, reminding mom that she's great, tulips, etc.
Now, thrust headlong into the work week.
Suddenly, I feel as if I want tomorrow morning's coffee.
My brother posted a scan of an old color pic from the family photo albums. It caused me to consider my mother gently yesterday. As I age, I become more sensitive and forgiving of the fallible, even myself, every now and again.
The young girl in the background of the image above shares a name with my mother.
Stella.
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