Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The tree people were here all yesterday, so I didn't come out to the studio to do my blog. Today I noticed our bridge is broken, and plants in pots and pretty much everything in the back upper yard. So after they get the last two piles of wood, we will have a lot of broken stuff to haul out of here. Our son-in-law will help with that, but we will need a junk hauler to take it away. So the things needing replacing are for the grandchildren to enjoy. I can designed the back for them. This is sad, but no tragedy. it's not important in the larger scheme of things I know. But with all of us, these ordinary little things become tipping points after two years of fear, anxiety and grief. Today I go to the eye doctor to check out what is wrong with my eyes. Is it the syndrome I have, or something new? I'm remaining calm, but it doesn't help my mood. I had two friend encounters yesterday. A walk in the morning with my friend who is undergoing cancer treatment, and we had fun looking at houses in my neigborhood, and in the afternoon I walked over to another friend's backyard and we had tea in the sunshine. Then we walked back to my area together, as she wanted to stop at the grocery seven houses from me to pick up a few things. I showed her the memorial to a florist whose shop is right by me. He died recently, and he was such a kind, funny person with amazing artistic skills. I had noticed both he and the owner, a woman from Germany, were frailer and I worried about him when I saw him going to or from his car. We always had thirty minute conversations when I went in the shop to buy flowers. He was warm hearted and curious, and had a laugh that told you you had delighted him. I will miss his presence in the neighborhood. No flowers are by the door, and I thought of Princess Diana and the mountains of flowers. This man was good, kind, well intentioned and will be missed, but he's one of the millions of good souls who pass by almost unnoticed. Not by me.