Day 35
If you need a good sign that John is improving, he and Courtney walked about a mile, much of it uphill Friday afternoon. Mind you, it was 65 degrees and cloudy, not 85 and humid enough to swim, but even downwind in a hurricane, it is progress. John and Courtney even went to a movie earlier in the day, early enough to avoid any public contact.
Debbie and I had dinner out and a restaurant nearby that ranks in the top 10 for us and that's quite a list. Obviously, she is over her cold and out of solitary confinement.
Saturday night, we had one of those rare treats we could only have had out here. My cousin Terry, the second of four sons to my mother's younger sister, who lives 2-3 hours east of here with his family, came over for dinner during a stopover before flying east. He, like all his family, is from salt of the heart of the earth. John, who is a wary sort, took to Terry and to Nancy in a moment, when we got together while leaving the hospital. All of us were all the more richly grounded for the meal we shared with Terry last night.
Today was one of those days when Ranier seems to float in the sky behind the city. Debbie, Courney and I enjoyed the Wood Boat Show and got a lesson in crewing. Debbie got invited to join the women's masters crew team, which she took as a compliment until she learned what the age group is. Still, she and Courtney are working on taking lessons. I didn't think I was all that bad, but I suppose I am more a sailor type anyway.
A running joke we all have is what changes might show up in John with someone else's blood flowing through his veins. Well, yesterday John developed a craving for chocolate, which he has never cared for in his life. We decided to make a list of things to ask his donor about when the waiting period passes and communication is allowed. Chocolate is now high on the list and we are all hoping to see it grow.
Debbie and I had dinner out and a restaurant nearby that ranks in the top 10 for us and that's quite a list. Obviously, she is over her cold and out of solitary confinement.
Saturday night, we had one of those rare treats we could only have had out here. My cousin Terry, the second of four sons to my mother's younger sister, who lives 2-3 hours east of here with his family, came over for dinner during a stopover before flying east. He, like all his family, is from salt of the heart of the earth. John, who is a wary sort, took to Terry and to Nancy in a moment, when we got together while leaving the hospital. All of us were all the more richly grounded for the meal we shared with Terry last night.
Today was one of those days when Ranier seems to float in the sky behind the city. Debbie, Courney and I enjoyed the Wood Boat Show and got a lesson in crewing. Debbie got invited to join the women's masters crew team, which she took as a compliment until she learned what the age group is. Still, she and Courtney are working on taking lessons. I didn't think I was all that bad, but I suppose I am more a sailor type anyway.
A running joke we all have is what changes might show up in John with someone else's blood flowing through his veins. Well, yesterday John developed a craving for chocolate, which he has never cared for in his life. We decided to make a list of things to ask his donor about when the waiting period passes and communication is allowed. Chocolate is now high on the list and we are all hoping to see it grow.
