Good Grief 166

I've taken things quietly this weekend after all the antics of the ongoing sorting of things, coming down with this bug, relieved to just be still.
I'm in 'Anniversary Alley' and it's just a case of, head down and trying to dodge the canons from the left, canons from the right and the odd unexpected sniper shot from out of the blue.
My friend's mother in law has had a stroke and her decline is setting in (she's in her 90's and lives next door to them). So they have lots on now trying to manage this last phase. I thought I'd do these stuffed peppers to take for their supper to save them cooking a meal.
I suppose it's about wanting to connect in a small way, do something a little bit useful, to be able to call round briefly .... I don't know but I'm aware of the fragile threads that form the webs and there is something around continuity of connection that is important because there is nothing that feels firmer, no solid base and these fragile filaments are all there is and I'm not even quite sure what they are. There is so little certainty about anything. I only have to tentatively glance down and the floor disappears beneath me and a vast emptiness stretches out ... all things telescope outwards as if watching infinity warping away endlessly. It doesn't do to look down.