I've been off the grid since the 4th of July,
sleeping in the tent [with Claire] up on the mountain,
in the field near Dad's little house.
children of cousins,
and a whole lot of dogs
came from far and wide:
to swim in the pond,
pick and eat blueberries by the handful
drink a few beers,
and celebrate Dad's 86th birthday...
Happy Birthday, Sunny!
No, I don't feel old, Dad said.
Not at all.
I feel grateful.
And though I'm full up of stories about
to name a few
for this Monday morning,
I'm taking a page from Dad's play book,
the play-master himself.
I feel grateful...
for this being alive ~ for just being here.
How about you? What are you grateful for today?
drop me a note. i'll write back.