Tuesday, March 4, 2014

2 March 2014: Sunday ... broken reading glasses by the mailbox ... almost tied my bowtie (Fr: noeud papillon) ... service at UU Fellowship of Newark ... lunch & walk w/Katia ...

There are some days that just stand out in one's life like your marriage or the birth of your first child that will remain embedded in the memory, cherished and held close for as long as one retains one sensibility and one's humanity. Today was such a day.

It was the final gathering and performance of the spirituals by the combined choirs from First Unitarian of Wilmington, UU Society of Mill Creek, and the UU Fellowship of Newark, where we met on this Sunday, the first of the month of March, a day that was grey and presaged the coming snowstorm that was to arrive that evening and bring snow through most of Monday.

There is a such a vibrant and large group of young people at UUFN. Had a delightful conversation with a young lady with curly hair (not unlike the checkout girl at Bachetti's) and her friend and questioned the electricity of the youth education at the church and all it activities. They referred to their dynamic youth leader (name escapes me but I hope to experience the place in the future with Christine). 


I was anxious for the planned date we'd made for the afternoon -- lunch with mom at home and travel to the Delaware Art Museum and possible walk in Rockford Park. It was an ebullient, even though the skies were overcast and it sprinkled a bit, one as Katia followed me to Zoup (then lost me for a bit as we left and she took her hybrid toward Kirkwood Hwy and I exited the torturous parking lot of Millcreek Shopping Center), but we made it to home and mom where she struck up an immediate intimacy (she has this remarkable ability to connect with people). As I entered the house with her and started to prepare the takeout soups and sandwiches on plates, she said let me meet your mother first, since I am a stranger. Not for long. The lunch lasted a while and I took in the conversation. Her most memorable and life-enhancing words dealt with what made Katia, Katia. It wasn't her profession, although that was part of her, but she put being a mother, a friend, and a caring human being ahead of the research scientist moniker. She is amazing. 


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