Focus on Who She Was, Not how she died

Debbie, Guber, Deb to some. Deborah to me

We are all waiting for the shift in the weather this weekend and even some rain. It sounds almost too good to be true. Many fires are starting each day due to lightning, and human causes. All the displaced people and wildlife must be devastated. I heard some kittens have been rescued by the masses and are now ready for new homes. As we drove to buy some pie dough for the peach pies that I will be making, you could see clearly only for about 5 blocks and no more. The smoke is everywhere. The television channels keep cutting in and out, the phones do not work well. Deborah's dad is recovering from an eye tooth extraction. We went and got some gargling mouthwash, as well as more penicillin. It is almost strange how much we rely on each other. Early this morning we picked off almost the entire peach crop. I gave away some to my tenant, neighbor, and boyfriend's family. Hopefully, I can jam, and utilize what is left. It is just time consuming, the harvesting and preparation of the harvest. I am sitting here after a big dinner eating chocolates that we had left over from Christmas. It was placed in a glass jar, and we had to estimate how many chocolates were in the container. Yesterday, we ordered in Chinese. I just was too exhausted to cook in this heat. I have yet to water the grass seedlings in the front; again. The rain on the weekend will improve the air quality, so we are told.  I reached out to an old carpenter friend to hammer some planters together  for the front area which was dug out just two weeks ago due to the water pipe leak. If anyone can make a nice entry way with hardwood, he can. One time he even hand chissled a spindle for my rocking chair which broke. Apparently it took an entire day to do. This generation of instant gratification would be less inclined to work on a single spindle for an entire day; but without it, the rocker was an eye sore, un useable.

So here I am with the fan above my head. I tied my bangs up with an elastic, and I am wearing the lightest of pajamas I could find that is at least 30 years old. A fire at a lumber yard just started in Abbotsford, BC. I sure hope this was not purposely started.  It is spreading. I think some people are sick in the head to be starting fires. They need much help. As Deborah's suicide date is strolling by, I wonder if we will have clear skies again? Her date is Aug 18th. A dreaded day for many of us, yet it must become a day to celebrate who she was, and the things she accomplished in her short life of 19 years. It has to somehow get away from how she died. It has to shift towards how she lived, and the monsters she conquered.