Day 32
Today is my 51st birthday and, all in all, it's all I could ask for. I received a few gifts - a bamboo bonsai, some fun jigsaw puzzles and a print of three golden maple-planked Beetle Cat sailboats I know from the dock down the hill at the Wooden Boat Center. I cooked dinner for thekids and carried a plate up to Debbie, who is still in quarantine with her cold (well, that I could do without that, for sure).
The best gift though was a moment in the kitchen when I heard John laugh out loud spontaneously from the other room. He was watching TV, but it was a sound I hadn't heard in a very long time, and it caused me to look across the dining room at him and smile. When you get a little old, little things seem to matter a little more.
Courtney is reading a novel about the history of philosophy. (I am not making this up.) At dinner she mentioned the story, and I said the book must end up in some existential way, (stick with me here) because that is the way so many existentialists presented their views - ironically, by observing life in the third person. John, who is much more observant than his age, answered with a question, "Isn't that how everyone lives?" I said that I am living this time now for all it is worth.
That is definitely not the way to keep a conversation going at the dinner table, so now I'm upstairs updating this blog with whatever, because I am glad to say that things continue to improve. We may have some preliminary word on John's bone marrow biopsy tomorrow, and I really expect good news, and another good day to come.
The best gift though was a moment in the kitchen when I heard John laugh out loud spontaneously from the other room. He was watching TV, but it was a sound I hadn't heard in a very long time, and it caused me to look across the dining room at him and smile. When you get a little old, little things seem to matter a little more.
Courtney is reading a novel about the history of philosophy. (I am not making this up.) At dinner she mentioned the story, and I said the book must end up in some existential way, (stick with me here) because that is the way so many existentialists presented their views - ironically, by observing life in the third person. John, who is much more observant than his age, answered with a question, "Isn't that how everyone lives?" I said that I am living this time now for all it is worth.
That is definitely not the way to keep a conversation going at the dinner table, so now I'm upstairs updating this blog with whatever, because I am glad to say that things continue to improve. We may have some preliminary word on John's bone marrow biopsy tomorrow, and I really expect good news, and another good day to come.
