Everything is relative. I was complaining about freezing on the beach for yoga a couple weeks ago. It was 43 one day. But after a week in Massachusetts, 43 is truly a heat wave. It was single digits almost every morning I was there. The morning it was in the high twenties, I got excited. And the afternoon it reached the middle 30s, I felt as if spring was coming. But it was truly beautiful. The picture above is mom’s assisted living place…a gorgeous old mansion that now is home for the elderly. Nice place. Good food. Bright, cheerful, the staff are great and the food is excellent. If it weren’t in the Arctic Zone, I’d consider going there for my final days on the planet.
It was a good week. It’s always good to see my family and I don’t see them often enough. There are seven kids in my family. I got to see three of them this week. Nice!
It was a quiet week. I didn’t run around trying to see friends…this was a just family week. EXCEPT I did go to New Jersey to see Mary Anne who is staying at her sister’s while she undergoes chemotherapy for lung cancer. Mary Anne is doing well. Best thing was that the doctor removed her drain (she had it to reduce the fluid that was gathering around her lungs) Guess that chemo is working! Such good news. We laughed and swapped cancer stories. She’s had a rougher journey and is a thousand times braver than I …what a strong woman.
And I was lucky…on the days I was traveling, there wasn’t any scary weather…no rain, no sleet, no snow, no ice storms…yep, I was lucky.
And I played cards with Dad and Annette (great game…Oh Hell) and I didn’t come in last. I wasn’t first(Dad was) but I wasn’t last. For me, that’s a victory.
And now I’m home…heading to Orlando tomorrow to connect with old friends from Longmeadow–Rosanna, Barb and Myra. We all taught together and are now happily retired. Life is so good.
I need to read some “happily ever after” books. I’m turning into a masochist. I read Five Days Left…about a young woman who has Huntington’s Disease and has decided to commit suicide and Before I Go …about a young woman whose breast cancer comes back with a vengeance and she decides that the most important thing she should do with the time she has left is find a new wife for her brilliant (but incompetent) husband. I actually thought they were both good books.
A few weeks ago I read A Million Steps (thanks, Barb, for the recommendation) It’s about a man walking the Camino in Spain. My friend, Linda Morassi, walked the Camino last September and I’ve been wondering if I could do it. Still wondering. It’s really a question of focus and stamina…If I really want to do, I’m going to need to prepare. Linda hiked every day in the summer in preparation. Still thinking about it. I think I’d love it if I was willing to work at it.
One last picture…Dad and Annette’s house in Pittsfield. This is my “home base” when I go up north. They take such good care of me. Hopefully Jerry and I will take equally good care of them when they come south in a couple weeks.