On the other hand...

I’m a planner. I have always carried this trait and it has often caused chaos in my life. Personally and professionally, I like to have all my ducks in a row, which is a lovely concept, but needs to be tempered with acknowledging that change is not simply constant, but inevitable as well.

This week was no exception. On the one hand, I had planned to visit the Flour Power Bakery ( flourpower.net ), not because I needed bread, but had heard that the Outsiders Studio exhibit currently hosting an art exhibit well worth seeing in their space upstairs.

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Old voices

These summer mornings as I wake up and walk downstairs (blurry eyed and stiff in middle age) I am greeted by past voices and music.

My son, Sam, speaking his first words: “daddy,” “cat.” My coaxing voice—“say, cat,” “kitty, kitty.” Maybe John’s grandmother, Anna, describing Philadelphia in the 1920s or her father’s Russian icons in her childhood home. Or, perhaps some classical organ music I’ve never heard before.

My husband, John, who, as always, has awoken hours before me, has been attempting to transfer our cassette tapes onto CD with a newly purchased CD recorder with a turntable and cassette player.

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