MEM(ORY) watery musings by Cedar Lake

Uptown is crowded with people and events. We wait in traffic in the hot car, deciding which beach we will go to today. Cedar Lake. More waiting. Getting hotter. Finally traffic moves.
and there it is...the beach with its sloping hill down to the water. I carefully park the car, get the chairs out of the back and start down the slope with mom on one arm and dad on the other.
The traffic cop stops me.."What about your car?" he says. I look at him and say" Can't you see I am trying to help my parents to the beach?" I feel the responsibility for my parents as I guide them to shady spot on the hill. We continue. I find quickly set up the chairs, settle my parents and run back to park the car.

The lake, the water, the memories.....cool deep waters.. all around and near the edges..the waterlilies. I sit down to paint the lake and the swimmers. I recall the Hebrew Letter Mem that begins the letter for water.Mayim. It also begins the Hebrew word for Mother and Angel. As I paint I decide to place a floating Mem in the waters of Cedar Lake, not unlike some mysterious water lily. Water, angel and mother. I feel all three of these elements as I swim..and mem is also found in memory.

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Another reverie by the waters of Cedar Lake
Later, as we gaze at the beach. My dad remembers how our old friends who lived near by used to join us at this beach. Old friends they were...... and Carol now gone several years..memory surfaces and I recall that yesterday was her birthday. Then I dive down deep into the lake of memory bringing up what I recall of Carol and her amazing life.
She was born in New York City. I do not know much about her early life..What I recall is a beautiful dark haired women with a zest for life. She knew how to throw great parties with her husband and she was a prolific artist.Vibrant, quirky, vivacious Carol the artist. A mentor to me and a friend to our family. I knew her first in Minneapolis and then later visited her in California where she and her husband settled. Carol showed me how to be an artist..Interesting how so many of my lake side memories are connected with my identity as an artist.
She would want to be remembered now..even in some floating blog that circles the world in the realm of the Internet. Now she surfaces in my memories as I swim near where she used to live....what will be revealed next in the watery depths of memory and musing?