Summers End
It's strange to write this when we still have weeks left of the season, but I can feel the autumn air coming in, and at this point it's welcome.
I have been writing, and my father's treatment has been going, and we've done all the things on the calendar except wade into the ocean, which I am going to guess will come.
Even if it doesn't it was a pretty reasonable summer.
Redux
The summer of lithium
I guess nearly every summer for the past eleven summers has been the summer of lithium, but for the first time in a long time it's evolved.
I felt for the first time ever a little like what I imagine my grandmother's father 'Doc' must have been like, a chemist, or druggist? in Brooklyn.
As my farther works through his treatment, he is increasingly unable to swallow or eat, and part of this now includes pills.
I found myself without explanation crushing up some extra pills for him, and yet there were so many stories to tell, I was not the focus.
Earlier this summer I also made a (likely) failed attempt at making soap from lithium carbonate, saponifying stearic acid to make the greasing additive used in lubes and for machinery.
Why am I saying all this?
The summer is slowly slipping away. I have writing to do, and things to bring to my book, but I am caught up by the organization which I suppose is a good step.
Anyway, I should get back to writing, and wonder what the end of the month will look like.