Most of my days now consist of walking to and from Avdi’s to perform garden and household maintenance routines.  I think I have finally attained “fixture” status.  The kids and I get along, and S keeps saying “I love it when you come over.”  Avdi even seems disappointed if I don’t just hang out while he’s too busy working to even say hi.  So I’ve gotten more comfortable just being there.  And there’s never any lack of things to help with.

Since I spend more time there than at my apartment, I actually have too much food to eat myself, even after asking Food Outreach to cut back on my monthly allotment, so I’m able to contribute food to the Avdi’s (and myself, since I eat there a lot).  This way I feel like I’m giving back something for all the many ways they give to me.  Hopefully the garden will take off and provide lots of supplements.

You know I have to throw in some obligatory eclipse metaphor, it being the day before a very historical total eclipse of the sun.  I undoubtably won’t live until the next one.  Avdi and the kids will be traveling to view it (with the appropriate gear).  I’ve seen more eclipses in my life than they, so I chose to sit it out.

Here comes the metaphor: aging makes me very aware of being eclipsed [SWIDT] by the next generations, which is as it should be, but still scary.  So I’m trying to live my limited days left prioritizing time with them, which I neglected for so long, so I can be a part of their transitions/rotations/revolutions…ok, end of metaphor.