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Monday, July 11, 2011

By degrees

Posted on 1:59 PM by Unknown
Mid-summer, when the heat index reaches high, we wait till the sky heads toward shades of frozen blueberries to take Celia out.
We sat outside yesterday evening.  She helped entertain surprise visitors and supervised Colby's backyard bath.
It's not often that Celia and I get to spend extended time together, just the two of us.  (Well, the two of us, plus Colby.)  I treasured the time with her without her little brother around...
She is a fabulous napping companion.  She is agreeable to nearly any television show, and doesn't mind the time I spend reading magazines and novels.  She doesn't ask for many bites of ice cream from my bowl, nor does she accuse me of hogging the computer.  She leaves room at her feet for me to sit next to her, biding time in the most pleasing ways.
And even though she is dying by degrees, there is something special about spending time living the day with her.
JEB
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