The rains came and cool weather came to Wisconsin. The humidity left and took with it my arthritis pains.
I got Gary off on another trip to Illinois this morning and felt peppy, so much so that I was able to meet with Beth in Oshkosh, where she had come from Texas with Doug to visit her mother, now in a nursing home.
Odd how much that matches the experience of Norma, who also came to visit her mother. Norma stayed with her sister whenever she came to Oshkosh. Beth and Doug stay with his father in a house that is only three blocks away. The houses are almost identical, at least on the exterior. It was eerie.
Beth and I went to the shore of the Fox River in downtown Oshkosh. We sat under an umbrella at a table on the patio of the Ground Round. The food was delicious as we talked about old times. We met at the University of Wisconsin at Oshkosh almost fifty years ago. We exchanged photos of grandchildren. Hers is a three year old girl and mine is Evan, of course.
We caught up on what we are doing these days. Beth is an artist, I am a storyteller. We both know we will never be rich doing what we do. I told her about the student musicians at Juilliard who pay thousands of dollars to attend the prestigious school. They graduate with great skills but then can't make a living here in the United States. Often, the best they can do is teach and inspire new students who then will not be able to find jobs. Often they go overseas to countries where the governments support the arts.
We all do what we love and hope for the best.
Tonight I am at home in a quiet house.
I got Gary off on another trip to Illinois this morning and felt peppy, so much so that I was able to meet with Beth in Oshkosh, where she had come from Texas with Doug to visit her mother, now in a nursing home.
Odd how much that matches the experience of Norma, who also came to visit her mother. Norma stayed with her sister whenever she came to Oshkosh. Beth and Doug stay with his father in a house that is only three blocks away. The houses are almost identical, at least on the exterior. It was eerie.
Beth and I went to the shore of the Fox River in downtown Oshkosh. We sat under an umbrella at a table on the patio of the Ground Round. The food was delicious as we talked about old times. We met at the University of Wisconsin at Oshkosh almost fifty years ago. We exchanged photos of grandchildren. Hers is a three year old girl and mine is Evan, of course.
We caught up on what we are doing these days. Beth is an artist, I am a storyteller. We both know we will never be rich doing what we do. I told her about the student musicians at Juilliard who pay thousands of dollars to attend the prestigious school. They graduate with great skills but then can't make a living here in the United States. Often, the best they can do is teach and inspire new students who then will not be able to find jobs. Often they go overseas to countries where the governments support the arts.
We all do what we love and hope for the best.
Tonight I am at home in a quiet house.
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