I was at Mom's yesterday. She needs someone there most of the time now. Although my brother helps a lot, my days are way too full. My back hurts. The house is a mess. I am scattered. Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together. I enjoy the sense that all those little separate bits are still one somehow. That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way. The sun rose warm like a promise this morning. The view is more open through the storm thinned trees. It is almost like some trees fell down to give me a sense of space and a better view of the old sea. I suppose any change is a gift of new vision. It is a December walking day. Now where did I put my shoes?