I am amazed to have recovered from the second flu in one month of January. This one was as horrible as a nightmare. Now that I am less feverish and no longer as cranky as hell perhaps I can sit still long enough to finish hubcap sunflowers...or finish reading the last 100 pages of the Hamiltons and the Trasks in East of Eden...that I wish not to come to the end because I love the characters so.
I would probably miss them. A lot. Then I remember Lee, the Trask's colorful and full of wisdom Chinese housekeeper, saying before he leaves Adam and the motherless twins-Caleb & Aron to move to San Francisco, "They say a clean cut heals soonest. There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go."
"Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
And learn to live so free..." Mr. Mister