Less yello than blu

Feeling a little blue on this drippy, droopy Sunday. Trying hard to regain the momentum of last week's loverly trip. And to heave myself out of the doldrums.

(Doldrums always remind me of The Phantom Tollbooth. Which reminds me of the Phantom Toolbooth board game that my brothers and I made back in grade school. Which memory brings me to art and Ethel...)

My great-aunt died yesterday. My mother called with the news this morning but—funny thing—I knew already. On the drive back from Canada yesterday afternoon, I thought of Ethel and felt a sort of absence in response. Which told me that she had gone.

Although Ethel's passing was "for the best at this point," it still feels as if a familiar star has vanished from the sky.

And I really miss the light.

[Love and quadruple hugs to Ethel: elegant presence, patient teacher, beloved aunt.]