The party is almost over--the long June that saw family coming and going, a giant festive celebration of my mom and dad's sixty-years-long marriage, my brother and family in town, swimming, dinners out and dinners in, fancy breakfasts with grandchildren at my table, a medical procedure near the end. I told my son today that while I'm in the whirl of such a wonderful month, it can feel so intense, that concentration of so much fun and so many beloveds, that I feel overwhelmed, but when it's over, I feel overwhelmed with sadness. What to do?
|...+ this equals the breakfast |
that will see me through.
|the title of this is 'don't cry about it,'|
but my advice is precisely the opposite.
|something along these lines.|
|the first step is to write PLAN|
on a sheet of graph paper, obviously.
I realize that I am making these recommendations to myself, by the way. Of course I am.