The tulips on my kitchen table are starting to droop in the lazy way they are prone to. I’d like to pull out my camera and capture some images, but the light is terrible. I go for a pedicure instead. Now it’s morning, and dark, and I feel human again after a good night’s rest.
I think I need a vacation to rest up from my vacation. Oh wait. I’m retired. Life is already a vacation. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so tired this week, but there it is. I’m sixty now, so maybe that’s it (yeah, I’m milking this transition to senior citizen). I have little motivation, but
It’s cliche, but at some point it becomes reality, and doctors start looking like they’re teenagers. We’re in a specialist’s office and he has just discussed a course of treatment. He picks up a little voice recorder and dictates notes that will be transcribed into my husband’s chart later (I know this because he indicates,
I spend the entire morning sitting upright in bed, surrounded by friends in the form of words, doing my best to hold my head still. I sip ice water and swallow Gravol as the essential oil diffuser on my bedside table hums a healing, and fragrant, tune. I pray, mumbling words aloud, because to form them
It’s 9:30 in the morning—about five hours past the time when I like to be here. I’m still in bed, but I should be on the way to get my hair done. I’ve made a couple of phone calls and sent a couple of texts to cancel and reschedule a few things. I’m sitting very
Our home feels different this morning. It is the first morning since before Christmas that it’s just been the two of us (three of us, if you count Maya) waking up. It has been a full and joyous season, but I am looking forward to a good measure of silence, solitude, and stillness. I’m going
It’s late, and I’m late here. I woke a bit too early even for me and, resigned, went back to sleep. I knew it meant I’d wake later than I like for the day, but at least I won’t be ready for bed at supper time. (Or maybe I will. Sometimes I am.) Today, a