The Cliff

I didn't have time to write this morning.  Mom had an early doctor's appointment.  Depressing.  Most of her clients are the elderly.  The doctor deals with the backward looking, those marching toward the cliff.  We all are, but the closer you imagine you are, the less you want to think about it but the more you do.  Mom wasn't very chipper when we left.  

I checked my old work email this morning.  I rarely do.  It is a "retired" account.  I had an email in early May from a girl I used to know.  She's a woman now, a successful attorney.  She owes that, in part, to me.  I was a positive influence on her as I think I have been for many.  The email simply wanted to know if I was still kicking.  It stunned me, really, for the last time we communicated was in the 1990s.  We were intimate for years, but I find it alarming when someone I am not standing in front of actually thinks of me.  

I looked her up.  She still has a big practice in Colorado.  She is 69 years old.  What?!  Time marches on, as they used to say.  

I don't know if I will respond.  Maybe.

That photo is what I see in the afternoon cocktail hour.  Sort of.  The telephoto lens makes it a bit more dramatic.  But there you go.  Now you know.  

O.K.  I have things to do and the day is drifting away.  I'll be back fixing dinner before you know it. 

Maybe I'll make a photo of that, too.