Friday, May 06, 2011

I've Just Arrived

I am here. In Seattle. I've missed this city and all the folks I love who live here. Mom and Da's house, where we stay when we're here, looks bare. No food in the refrigerator. Why would there be? Fewer things lying around on tables. A few piles of my stuff from former visits. It is a home in limbo. Mom and Dad have not lived here in over four years,moving instead to a series of four different assisted living facilities and finally to the place with the kind care they deserve and need. Though it's only Dad now.
I walked into this house and remembered how Mom would answer the phone when I called. "Why, hello, Mary Margaret," It was positively lilting the way she phrased her greeting of surprise.
Magnolia is suffused with intense quiet. No city sounds, no street noise. This section of Seattle is one of the very few places I know on earth where I can hear 'quiet.' I heard the stillness as I stepped out of the cab. The driver said, "You look tired. Let me carry the bag up to the door." And he did.
There is a lone glass on the counter near the sink. I surmise it is Sally's, the only trace of someone recently in this house. Sally stayed here just weeks ago when she flew to the Pacific Northwest to see James.
I've turned the heat on. Temperature inside this house was 50 degrees. I've opened a can of Trader Joe's organize pea soup that I found in the pantry. Have it warming n the stove for a late supper and then off to bed.
Here is Lauren with her mom. Where is Kelan? Guess we'll wait until I have fresh photos of that boy gathering oysters.
Tomorrow is a very big day. The McGrady's have invited me to go along on their trip to Lilliwap to gather 1200 oysters for Lauren's preschool fund raiser. These oysters will be right there and ready to be picked up and thrown in big buckets at low tide tomorrow right in front of Dan's Dad's house. Imagine an immense field of oysters in your front yard.
I am so happy to be here. I've been pining for my daughters and my four grandchildren since early February. There's something about one's children and their children that tugs at the heart strings. Forever.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The driver said, "You look tired. Let me carry the bag up to the door." And he did.

Ahhhh! Seattle! The city of civility!

Edmonds can be quiet - between the blasts of the ferry coming in through the fog, the blasts of the trains bringing freight through in the middle of the night, the cries of the seagulls and the sirens . . .