Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Ask Again, Yes


Ask Again, Yes by Mary Beth Keane

     You just never know. If we all think back we might be able to define that one moment in time, that one coincidence that played a role in how our lives evolved. We might be able to answer a lot of questions about ourselves if we can pinpoint that one thing.

     For Francis Gleeson and Brian Stanhope if might have been the day they were paired as partners in the NYPD. Francis was already on the force, Brian just beginning. They weren’t together long but their conversations about their dreams led them to buy houses next door to each other in Gillam. It was here that Francis’s daughter Kate and Brian’s son Peter are born six months apart and bond deeply. When one inhaled the other exhaled.

     But what goes on behind closed doors can be very different from what people see when those doors are opened and the people let out. Peter’s life was spent trying not to be noticed, to be perfect, to not make any ripples, let alone waves. He was hiding from everyone but Kate and even she didn’t really know. They were just children, after all.

     When Peter was fourteen he and Kate made a plan to escape their lives and everything goes wrong. The Stanhopes move away and Kate is forbidden to see Peter. But two people who were so bonded don’t stay away from each other forever and when they do find each other again, it isn’t easy. Baggage can be heavy and though time sifts through the events of their childhood and presents the horrible events of one night in a different light each of them still must confront those memories and test their devotion to each other.

     This is a beautiful story of love.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

Saturday

This weekend is Chooky's Chookshed Birthday and she's having a party.  Those of us who have to attend virtually are welcome to gather some projects, pour a glass of wine, stitch for the weekend and report in.   I have not yet given myself "permission" to stitch through the day at home, in the afternoon or in the morning.  I stitch in the evening, a throwback to when I worked, and I've been retired for 5 years.  But since I'm working my fingers to callouses to get three quilts done by Christmas I am working on quilt number two in honor of the birthday weekend.


 
 I can't say I haven't wavered though.  This morning I got the notion to try to dehydrate some rhubarb, just to see how it went. So PH and I drove into the countryside to get some.
One of the nice things about not being in the big city is well, being near the countryside and finding mom and pop produce farms.   I put up two sheets of thinly sliced rhubarb and had enough for a pie.
 
 We happened on this place last week and bought some asparagus for PH's party.  We are approaching the end of the season so went back this morning.  We have had so much rain and the temperatures are so cool that the crop is lasting longer but I fear for strawberries this year and only 25% of soybeans and corn have been planted.  Everything is mired in mud, including tractor tires. The middle section of the U.S. is just plain under water.  The forest out our backdoor is so lush, thick and deep green I told PH I expect to see dinosaurs lumbering through.



 

 


 When I see it like this, absolutely fresh, I wish I ate it.  I don't, but PH loves it.