I slept well and I don’t have any pressures today, so maybe I’ll catch up.
Is anyone old enough to remember the line, “Stop the world, I want to get off”?
I just want to catch up. Maybe go back to bed?
LATER
I did and I’m awake… and back to my memorial tribute to June. I think it began with Jane the Bear. June travelled with her bear Juniper, a build-a-bear with three hearts, made for her by her nephew and nieces, not sure who. Juniper was old, not as cuddly as Jane, but she had a real attraction that people could not resist. How could one not? I think June noticed how people behaved with Juniper and judged them accordingly. It took a while to notice because June was always polite. But I noticed how she reacted when one of the cleaning staff took time to adjust Juniper into a more comfortable position and put on her sunglasses if it was a very bright day. And someone else on staff and I used to change her clotihes for apropriate occasions. She brought a wardrobe with her. June had an entire bag filled with her necessary daily medications so she didn’t mind packing for Juniper as well. and when we were roomies I enjoyed dressing her.
Still, it was a surprise, after I returned home, to receive in the mail a Buiild-a-Bear, sent by Juniper but built by June with two hearts, and nicely dressed. June approved of my choice of name. I’ve always loved the name Jane, so much nicer than Betty. (I HATE being called Betty.) We wrote Juniper and thanked her and sent her a sweatshirt with Portland University on it. I had a mystic relationshjp with Jane, still do, but I never took her with me on a trip. I was long since committed to one carry-on bag, no matter the event or the distance or the length of time—except when I took a side trip to Greenland from a convention in Iceland. I needed totally different, warmer clothes, and boots. I never took a medical bag because I don’t take any medications or OTC drugs, just a few toiletries. Well, these days (as when I went to Banff in May ) I take some Tylenol with me in case my chronic pain is too hard to cope with. I fear addiction and dependence.
I’m going on and on about me. This has to stop.
But that’s when I became addicted to June.
So I’ll have to continue.
Tomorrow.