Confusion







My father is a little confused right now.  Not quite sure where he is, who he is with, how he got there.  This upsets me, and I wonder if he is confused and agitated, something I hate to contemplate, or maybe confused pleasantly, the past being ever so much more palatable than the present.  Most probably, he is agnostically confused.  Not quite sure which way the wind is blowing or why, but accepting, in a dignified way, his puzzled state...until some form of clarity returns.

























I am pondering this as I make my first fire of the season, late this year because of warmer than usual weather.  A phenomenon I am now familiar with, these unseasonal fluctuations in temperature, perhaps now a pattern that may  become the new paradigm and contour of the season.  They are unsettling and confusing, these changes.  But I am coming to know them.  The tulips can be planted later, the coleus and basil enjoyed longer, the planting weather extended and more comfortable.  The past reconciled with the present.






Confusing, but not always unpleasant.  


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Tomorrow:  Thanksgiving Hostess Gifts

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