It doesn’t get much better than this. The weather has been heavenly. And I’m feeling stronger every day. And, very slowly, I’m beginning to gain weight. It’s hard to believe that I still have trouble with swallowing and keeping foods down from time to time. I thought I’d be past all that by now. Still, the general trend is up, so I’m not complaining. (not much anyway) I can eat everything some of the time and some things all of the time. I just can’t everything all of the time.
Yesterday Jerry and I went to Sarasota to a musical at Florida Studio Theater. We get seasons tickets each year with friends from Anna Maria Island (Linda and Rich Morassi) I actually was looking forward more to seeing Linda and Rich than I was to seeing the show, but both were just wonderful. We sat outside at a sidewalk cafe for a snack before the show (one of my favorite things to do in Florida) and watched the world go by.
The show was Daddy Long Legs. I vaguely remembered the film. I thought it was made in the 40s but it turns out it was in the 50s and was a musical first time around too…with Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron. (You were right, Rich) The remake was a 2007 version, simply delightful and totally enjoyable. There was a line that hit me:
It isn’t the big troubles in life that require character. Anybody can rise to a crisis and face a crushing tragedy with courage, but to meet the petty hazards of the day with a laugh-I really think that requires spirit,
I think it’s true. The big stuff doesn’t knock me for a loop half so much as the little stuff that happens every day. Getting through the little stuff with grace and humor….now that’s real courage.
I’ve been getting stronger at yoga, managing to “last” through the whole thing without rests, stretching a bit further and a bit longer…so satisfying. And Tori Weaver has been so good to do Reiki with me almost every morning. So many different ways to heal, to get stronger, to get better.
Today Gayle Neher stopped by….great to see a Cranberry friend. We got caught up on school news and compared notes on chemo and treatment. Gayle’s a breast cancer survivor who worked all the way through her treatment. What a woman. I couldn’t have done that. Even when I was feeling good I needed a nap in the afternoon.
After Gayle left, Jerry and I went downtown to the art fair on West Venice Avenue. Absolutely beautiful pieces….perfect day to check everything out. We rarely buy anything but we love seeing everything and bumping into old friends. It was hard because I can’t stand around and gab the way I used to do and don’t last as long but still I’m so glad we went.
We’re getting ready for Erin and her gang who arrive on Wednesday. The weather is going to be good, not dazzling. I ordered low 80s and sun but I think we’re getting low 70s with scattered showers for a few days….Not exactly weather for diving into the Gulf although I imagine the kids will be in the water no matter what. Declan has his heart set on kayaking in a yellow boat (his favorite color is yellow) I think he plans to pack every toy in the house. He has new ones and wants me to play with every single one of them.
Two weeks home, a little more than two weeks till we go back….and loving every minute of being home.