UK Soon!

what a perfect day this is. I love my Dad and Aunt Anita for being so loving and giving me the perfect support. This vacation seems to be turning into a fight to the death for a job. I have to be doing something wrong, because there are more job offers than I could dream of, but more red tape than i could  dream of too. I am looking for refocus suggestions here.

Russ and Csaba are preparing supper looking like two captains on the Titanic ship before it hits the iceberg, work work work, unbelievable. I am blinded by onion cutting smells and look out at the full moon, how romantic is that?

I thought Csaba was getting things ready for supper this morning. Instead it was a late breakfast of 2 kinds of sausages, baked beans, fluffy eggs with spices on them, soft sauteed mushrooms, bagels with black poppy seeds displayed like  flower petals and buttered like heaven, orange juice and coffee. Wow, his ‘salad’ last night was like visiting the vegetable department of a grocery store.

I am so lucky to have these sons and their love. My brother Richard is like that too, he is taking care of my dad with his family. Richard has always been pure love and a gift from God, now his Sara, Jill and Mike and their mom Sue are taking care of Grandpa, what a loving comfort. I phoned last week and Sara claimed she was looking for recipes so she could cook something, yeah right Sara! you were probably knocking over garbage cans and running around your yard like the squawky seagulls here, but no, Sara probably was looking at recipes. I love my Sara. Jill is shy and Mike is such an artist they seldom answer the phone so I know my Sara better.

The point is that having these angels around is so different from being in Rapid City after my friends have left, my radio show is no longer possible from the college, good things at least lasted 30 years but I taped many shows because I know some day it would all come to a stop. My other son Cody is putting my shows on DVDs and off cassettes, and my other son Jake is taking care of getting me to and from the airport.

There is so much beauty in the people mentioned above. Beauty of their faces and their gifts of food and Guinness until they close at 11.

I had a perfect day sleeping finally 12 hours but I always wake up at 4 am so I read for two hours. I had gathered magazines and two days of weekend Guardian newspapers. It has been a long day and it is not over. Russ and Csaba wanted me to go to the movies with them, but I have some of my best memories from visits here of staying in the flat and reading Sunday papers and having some teas and chocolate and listening to the radio. Today didn’t fail me. The Guardian weekend papers were full of Halloween stories and Day of the Dead stories. The inserts were about night life both days-everything from people who swim at night to pages and pages more of night and science regarding it and how the invention of the light bulb has robbed us of so much. There was a story about mountain bike riding at night.

I remember dating somebody and we rode our mountain bikes at night, and it was a magical memory that always is there and will never leave me. My dad worked at the newspapers and magazines and newspapers and radios are my perfect pastimes. All I miss at home now is people.

I am so happy and content, blessed and enjoying each precious moment today. This is how Sundays should be. I love my brothers and my Deadwood family. If this is about staying in the moments, than this is a precious lesson. I will stop typing but I will keep swooning.