Tuesday, June 7, 2022

 Tuesday, June 7, 2022    

  

I slept well and woke up with pain from the surgery and sciatica. The rest is not much of a bother. Yvette came in to say hello. She said she was holding off getting her hair done until she got to Portland and her hairdresser there. She had always loved how Denise did it. She didn't have anyone here she was happy with at this time. Denise had a hip replacement with a bad outcome, foot dropsy. Her nerves had been affected, and she had no control over her foot. She was going to have to wear a brace.

  

Yvette came home tonight. She slept in the library instead of downstairs with Josh. They wanted to ensure all trace of Covid was gone before he had contact with Yvette. She was planning to travel to the mainland in July.

  

David Peters texted to find out if I received the Hersey nuggets. Wow! It occurred to me that it might be them, my sister Dorothy, her daughter Karin and her husband David, all in Seattle recovering from the birth of a second child accompanied by some unwelcome drama in the form of influenza B, but it seemed a stretch. I thought it must be someone from Hawaii who knew about our Safeway. I was sure it was David who had taken on the logistics challenge. He's the one who figured out how to get the flowers delivered.

  

Alexandra had her wrist surgery today. That meant I was on childcare duty. I asked Sidney if he wanted to write a story. I did a cowriting activity with him. He wrote "Fire in Foggy Bottom." Wow! He did a pretty good job. I've done hundreds of these with kids much older than him. That he had a lot to say wasn't a surprise. He's very verbal. He may become more restrained when he gets older. The surprise was that he constructed a long story with a consistent topic. Yes, I'm sure I guided it. But, as I said, I've done this with hundreds of kids. With some, this is not an option. I don't want to wander too far from what they want to say. It stops being theirs if I do.   It was fun writing it with him. I read it back to him several times. I printed it out, distributing the story over eleven pages. Then I gave him blank sheets he could use to illustrate the story. He was concerned he wouldn't know what to draw because he couldn't read the words. I assured him I would help.

  

Yvette came home. She slept in the library. Sometime during the night, after I got up to pee and was lying in bed going through my exercises before falling asleep again, I heard someone pee in the toilet. My first thought was that it was Elsa. Well, that didn't make sense. I called out, "Yvette?" She had to go right past my bed to get to the bathroom. I never sensed her. For Yvette to use my bathroom that way is just fine. I have known her since before she was born. Also, we share a similar attitude toward the body. It later occurred to me that I never thought it might be Mike. He had a prostrate problem and peed many times during the night. That was a familiar sound. As I suspected, he is gone from my brain map. I remember the day when I realized that. It was only a few months ago. I miss him. I miss all the comfort and joy he brought into my life.

  

I continued watching Georgetown tonight. It took a turn I wasn't comfortable with. I checked the plot. Wiki didn't have too much detail. The story was based on a true one about a much younger man who married a woman forty-four years older who was a doyen of DC. When she was found dead, he was charged with her murder. The news report said there had been domestic abuse incidents before her death. He was an empty shell of a man with a trumped-up excuse for a life. There was no way I was going to watch that. I found Dare to be Wild about Mary Reynolds. I thoroughly enjoyed that.