(With apologies
to Martin Luther King, Jr.)
Got home about
noon today, thanks to dedicated efforts of Colin, Jordan and Kegan (a nurse
asked if my boy-boy grandson with long hair was my granddaughter). In a way, it
seems like I’ve never been away, but in most ways I feel that I’ve been on a
long journey. It will take me a while to process the emotional and spiritual effects
of that journey. The physical effects I know—lots of limitations. And I have a
lot of therapy to do to regain strength. Would rather not regain the 20 lbs. I
lost on this journey.
Meantime, not
much has changed. I spent the afternoon at my desk, sorting accumulated mail,
etc., and had a long nap. Grateful for my sleep numbers bed that raises and
lowers head and feet, just like a hospital bed. We’ve had had my favorite foods—lox
and cream cheese for lunch, Railhead BBQ for supper. Jordan did a grocery run for
me, and I’m looking forward to yogurt, LeCroix, all kinds of things I haven’t
had in a while.
Sophie seems
glad to have me home and pays more attention to me than she did at Garden
Terrace. She likes having all the people in the cottage.
Yesterday
Brandon took three young boys to the stock show and, feeding them, spent $100
in less than two hours. Today was Christian’s turn for boy excursions—he took
Kegan and Jacob to Flight Deck. Not quite as expensive but not cheap either.
A study in contrasts, not just blonde and dark, but these cousins are so different in style--the long-haired soccer kid, and the all-around preppy boy. Yet they love each other. Pictures tell all.
No wise comments
from this corner on the political situation or anything else. I’m sleepy and
ready for bed and a book at eight o’clock. Can’t get past the feeling that
today is Sunday. We all feel that way, and the kids will be lucky if we don’t
send them to school tomorrow.
I plan to rejoin
the world tomorrow-no more spending the day in my pjs with dirty hair.
