One of my energizing times continues to be slow driving to mellow jazz. The angelic voice of Chet Baker can work wonders.
"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
--Lew Welch
How to tell a story
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
One task at a time
One of my energizing times continues to be slow driving to mellow jazz. The angelic voice of Chet Baker can work wonders.
The challenge begins
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Her day begins
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Alt reality?
Now holding and kissing pboto of parents, grief and tears ...
Trying to get her to nap before 930 and the rough schedule begins.
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A trip
So when she gets home, we can downsize together, maybe a few boxes a week, and hope for a good real estate market in a year. Find a more affordable home and see if we can afford that train trip, which I think we could do. And it's something to work toward.
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Monday, September 29, 2014
A nice evening at home
Crash at 9 if I last that long ... taking pill to be on the safe side, big meeting, but will see how I do without one tomorrow night.
Doing chores a few each day rather than killing myself.
Looking forward to learning what these weekly meetings are about.
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A diet change!
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Tending to myself
Having some great vegie sushi for dinner, mellow jazz on, going to bake bread, do a little organizing of the papers and notes scattered all over hell from the anxiety of taking down this and that on whatever paper was available ... I am feeling much better, best since this happened. I see progress. The physical stuff, which is what I would have the hardest time with as a caregiver, looks great, I think it will be about her memory, and I think she can paint now anyway, whatever happens.
The one complaint I hear more than any other, by far, is .... I never have time to do my art!
To which I say, you have the time you make, sweetie. If it's important to you, you'll drop something to make room for it. Learn to say No!
But she never listens to me. She makes a face.
So the result I hope from this is, She learns to say No!
Changes
Battery charge
Also getting terrific support from a retired minister/writer/friend - the very person who married us.
Sister still in town, flight delay for second day, but gets to spend full day with Harriet. I go later, want to be there when she sees the shrink.
Home chores
I got it taken care if with a very sweet customer service lady kn India. What a strange world we've created.
So finances, with other complications I won't mention here, might be dicey for a bit, my main stress after her health. But I/we are ok in the short run. Something in prep of selling the house that she insisted doing alone now might have to be done together, which means it will get done much quicker. I already downsized my stuff this summer, giving 32 boxes to the Vietnam Vets of Amer, great stuff from books, dvd, cd, to clothes, shoes, hats, they will love it! I spent six mos in a VA hospital with those guys, I know what a great find in the clothing room feels like (I still wear a Harris tweed overcoat I found there). H got on my case for not selling the stuff, and often I give in rather than argue, but I told her selling this would be bad karma that I don't need and arranged for a vets pickup. A few days before the heart attack H promised me she would downsize two boxes a week. Now we can do her stuff together.
Here is how much the world has changed. In the early sixties, my best buddy needed a loan for college. Small Idaho town. The banker knew him since a kid. I was with him when he picked up the check at the Bank of Troy. As we got into the car, a secretary ran out and said,
"Dick, could you fill out this loan application for our records. No rush."
And they call banking today progress?
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Food
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Bedside
Her first Q, Is my mother still alive? Wept at answer. "Who's still alive?"
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Life is a crap shoot
So I wish our roles were reversed (except I'd rather have gone the whole 9 yards: I've already had more blessed years than I deserve). If it were me, far fewer people would be involed. Instead of a jammed switch board, you could count the calls on one hand (not a complaint!). She is just beginning her journey as an artist. I've been on that road for half a century, enough already. She has kids, grandkids. I have neither. (I have a large literary archive in a culture that prefers their artists dead - otherwise it would stop turning them into hucksters and stars).
On paper, none of this makes sense. Unless, of course, the very methodology of reaching such notions is fundamentally wrong.
Q.E.D.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Home before dark
And just as well. I am totally exhausted ... and watching a movie with her, on the DVD in the room, I thought I was going to lose it, she looked so forlorn, it broke my heart.
I'll be there early for breakfast. Another reason to crash early,.
Posting video, then a pill and sleep, I hope.
Appetite
Most repeated question, about six times a day. "Are my parents alive?"
No longer cries when answered.
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Brief break
So back for my 3rd visit today after feeding dog food and medicine... be nice when she can have visitors, give Pam and I time off.
We're going to make it.
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Close but no cigar
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OT
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Poland?
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Modern tech
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Bedside
...
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Schedule
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The advantages of memory loss
I wanted this to be positive, hence the edit. I'll ask her if she remembers. If no, I'll show her how glad he was to see her. If yes, good memory news, I'll add that after he saw you were ok, he explored the garden.
I learned how to manipulate info as a high school senior. Took an elective from a brilliant teacher who showed us how media manipulate the news. One of our textbooks was How To Lie With Statistics. As a class project we elected a fictitious student to student body VP with an underground write-in campaign. This wasn't campy, the students thought he was real. When the admin found out, they fired the teacher. He went on to start a private progressive high school.
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Saturday, September 27, 2014
Winning the hard way
One game left, Ms one game behind A's.
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Mariners. ...
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Tenacious Harriet
Home update
Mellow jazz over football today.
Looking forward
I go in early with her coffee and my breakfast. We eat together. I hang around until therapy starts. Maybe I video something, maybe I leave. I do what I need to do in the middle of the day for a few hours. I return in the late afternoon, sometimes with the dog.
Sounds mellow to me.
Home
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Bedside
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Ahhhh!!!!
Coffee here sucks ... I'll bring coffee and have breakfast with her every morning.
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Breakfast
GREAT CHANGE ... I told her at 730 she wd see Sketch today. At 815 she sd, Did you day I was going to see Sketch today? This is the best short term memory recall I've seen so far.
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Stamina
I should have gotten my degree from Cal Tech and become a college math teacher ha ha.
Routine
A lot of afternoons, I expect, I'll be taking Sketch to the garden.
Early morn helps parking too tho i discovered if i patk at very top, i dont get lost. is my mind starting to go?
i am ready to start a work of fiction inspired by all this! i think it's not going to be about death but about marriage. we'll find out.
With all h's support, i cant help but think of my poet friend ger, only six of us there to spread his ashes ... same, or less, wd happen to me if i outlived h bec i wd have moved to sw for warmth and cheaper living - you can get a studio for 350 - and died where no one knows me. no matter. i want my work to last, not me personally. few folks really "get it" about inside-out writing and the arts, it's become so much about outside-in commercial writing. Ezra Pound, bless his fascist soul, saw all this coming in the ABC OF READING.
In a sane culture, writers/poets/artists would be like priests, monks, subsidized and living on small stipends, whose job was to discover and express the subtext of human experience. Since the Beats, hasn't been much interest in this. No wonder most of the time I feel like an alien visiting a very bizarre planet.
Over seven hrs sleep!
New developments ... taking some of her art for her room ... sketch will visit her in outdoor garden this afternoon ..
Friday, September 26, 2014
Very very very tired
Info
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Boot camp
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Great relief
Boot camp 2
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Boot camp
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At Harriet's room
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A busy Friday
Big day is Harriet meeting her rehab leaders ... she'll have 4 hrs daily I think. There is a family meeting every Tues, which is why my updates at her blog will be Wed. Very latest info.
Hosp is in my old stomping grounds ... I can have breakfast ag Nobbys! 2 blocks away.... will soon actually ... A getting ready, time to walk Sketch.
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UCLA 62 ASU 27
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Concerrn
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Up doing support chored
Both sister and younger daughter leave today.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Sports sanity
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It's all material
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Harriet at Rio
Harriet's Recovery Blog
Harriet's spirit has returned but not her brain. For example, left alone for a moment, she disappeared ... they found her wandering the halls. Now she has a wrist band with an alarm if she leaves the room.
Sunnyside 341
Writing and retirement
I get into this in my essay "Creativity. Faith. Impotence" (in my archive, book). Some of the street people you hear talking to themselves are actually poets in this stage. Art moves in the direction of Silence. "Doing nothing, if properly understood, is the supreme action."
Writing down accomplishes two things: easier to manage complex material; easier to share with audience. Again, as I argue in my essay, the latter can become irrelevant to an inside-out writer. But the former remains true: some things are too layered to compose in your head alone.
I thought I was done writing. This was fine. My literary archive us huge. My ego is healthy: I think I have written plays, screenplays, stories, novels and poems that will stand the test of time. I don't need fame and fortune now because I had a good taste of it in the 1970s and 1980s. It ain't what it is cracked up to be. The only thing I miss is the money. When Yeats was told he'd won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the first thing he said was, How much? He was right on.
So I thought I was done writing things down. Retirement would be reading, meditating and spending time with Harriet and Sketch.
I totally forgot the gods have a dark sense of humor.
I have something in my head that is begging to be written down. A story, maybe short, maybe a novella, a dark comedy, about an old fart whose wife has a heart attack ...
Optimism
http://climate.audubon.org/article/face-new-climate-movement
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Achilles heel
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/23/science/global-warming-concerns-grow.html
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Morning relaxation
I have one important thing left to do ... tell someone to MAIL me a bill. Issue is finding the right person. Something she was doing online and i have none of her passwords.
So knock, knock, maybe a nice routine can develop here. Nurse says patients usually stay at Rio 1 to 4 weeks before sent home. Aggressive and individual. I wasn't there for evaluation but daughter says she cracked up handsome young evaluator with this exchange...
Eval, Do you like to dance?
H, I love to dance. Let's dance now
(starts doing upper body dance in bed)
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Home update
All clothes she wore are cut to shreds ... wear own clothes in rehab, daughter here to pick them out. To Sunnyside as early as we can ...
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014
John Guare
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/1993/the-art-of-theater-no-9-john-guare
He also wrote film Atlantic City.
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R.I.P. Mariners
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New blog
I will post weekly updates every Sunday evening. I will try to get video as well.
The nurses are impressed and excited she passed their evaluation. She should be moving tomorrow. I'll add details as I get them.
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Rehab boot camp
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H made a joke
C: I'm going home to have lunch wifh Sketch.
H: You eat dog food? (big grin)
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Update
It's slow day by day BUT THERE IS PROGRESS.
The new blog will be active as soon as she leaves here.
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Bedside
H trying to nap. Good news ... being evaluated for most progreesive rehab in Oregon ... issue is her present mobility. They have a bed, if she passes gets it today or tomorrow. CROSSED FINGERS. Hey, given my morning in a zero sum universe, has a real shot at it!
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Blanche lives ...
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At LesSchwab
1 of 3 stressful probs solved thus a.m.
"This is a mean ol' world
Try livin' by yourself"
Little Walter
"as long as you and i
have arms and lips
which are for kissing
and to sing with
who cares if some
Oneeyed Sonofabitch
invents an instrument
to measure Spring with"
e.e.cummings
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Home update
Handling stress
I really enjoyed this strange path .. it tickled my sense of humor. I made a video of it but have not had time to edit it until now.. Here it is, how I visited H for the first days at OHSU.
IMPORTANT NEW RULES AND REGULATIONS!
Home update
Another stressful day in the life of ...
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Bingo!
It will take me an hour or two to set this up and I have more urgent things to do right now. But stay tuned.
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Changes
So this blog is going to change. It also is not useful to me if I start writing outside-in and censoring myself. It's the same for you, info is info, but once I have to censor myself, this process has no emotional or spiritual value to me. As soon as I can, I'll be switching to weekly factual updates, and go back to my usual blogging.
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Money
I think sales work the same way. I understand needing or wanting x and then finding a sale when you go out to buy it. I don't understand having no thought of x whatever, then buying it only because it is on sale.
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Stress begets stress
We arranged the morning so I cd stay here and address a stressful financial matter thatH was handling online .. need to check it out and see if I need to do something before the 1st and she left me no useful info , so I need to find record, make phone call, see what is what. Maybe everything is fine. Maybe the shit is soon to hit the fan.
(Censored. Just deleted a passage. I belong to the inside-out school of writing, always trying to write my personal truth. I am baffled when someone tells me I am private when my entire bin of dirty laundry is in the public domain, in my work. For example, in my drinking days, I once shit myself in a white tuxedo on opening night of my play. I managed to escape before anyone noticed (except smell ha ha), so easily could have hidden it - which I did for a few years. But it's actually a significant event, so I ended up writing about it because that's what writers do. No bullshit. In my play about Moliere, I put words in his mouth based on this. In my memory blog The Years, I deal with it explicitly. Don't tell me I am "private" ... what I don't do is sit around in a circle with other folks, talking about it. I publish it for the entire world to see. I digress. I censored myself, which I saw coming on, because this is not the time ir place to express personal truths involving certain things. And I hate censoring myself! I'll make up for it later.)
Man, a low tire, not a flat, has raised my spirits. I'll take what I can get.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Stupidity, new school
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Family care, old school
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Room 341
Visitors, 3 south wing ... it's around corner from elavator C
2 therapy folks looking at her tomorrow
I'll blog daily until she's stable enough not to.
Try to make another video greeting for east coasters.
So far, so good.
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Update
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Grief
Sister and daughter leave Fri ... other son comes in next week, 4 days, will stay with me.
45min now before I head out. Quiet time. Sketch is putting up with relative neglect as well as can be expected.
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Imperfect recovery, or miles and miles of love
I am home but back again soon. My 3rd trip today. I take the milk route by choice. 40mins one way. Do the math and it's 4 hrs of driving to or from ... but I love it bec it is solitude. Not getting much of that otherwise. I treasure the long, slow drive, no stress, mellow jazz on radio ... however I don't like the price of gas.
I left when H wanted a nap. Pam, Anyka, Barbara with her. I ret around 7, P and B go home, A and I an hr or two later.
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Update
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Update
We have an impatient patient who keeps asking when she can go home ...
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Update
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In room
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Correction
Why is it when any large group gets together there are always too many cooks in the kitchen?
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Home
Well, one step at a time and all that.
I'll soon be changing this blog to updates every few days or weekly or something. I'll have a schedule so concerned folks know when to look.
I am near the point where I'll be censoring myself here ha ha.
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Update
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Update
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Update
so far, so good
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Skill set
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Update
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Everything is different
- I got a good night's sleep without a sleeping pill.
- Even Sketch slept in.
- Last night I got a wonderful call from my best friend in LA, the sister I never had, whom I've known since she was 8, the daughter of a dear late buddy. She wrote the songs for my plays Country Northwestern and Christmas at the Juniper Tavern, also a talent jazz singer and sings the songs at my satiric blog Sam Adams The Musical. She has an infectious laugh that always cheers me up.
- I feel I don't have to go in as early today. I plan to make everybody here breakfast.
- More when I get to the hospital. Yes, their wireless was down yesterday, hopefully not today. I want to hear whether or not she gets a defib and the schedule for getting her home.
- What a week.
Monday, September 22, 2014
One week in the life of ...
The three of us are relaxing tonight. Adam flies home tomorrow afternoon. Her sister arrives late tonight.
H's post procedure mantra, repeating often: O my God ...
SO FAR, SO GOOD.
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GREAT NEWS!!
w stint,
**
cant connect at hosp, writing this to send later.
couldnt send fax, wrong number, try again tomorrow.
h to heart procedure at 230... pam, adam, anyka and i meet in recovery area around 5 ... more info then ...
friend rose arriv just as h being wheeled out. earlier she had left card, quilt at our front door ... happy to see quilt on h bed
want to find out when defib surgery will be ... need to get right fax number for united refund, send doc letter.
i am doing ok. so far, so good.
*
420... found waiting lobby ... 2 others for other patients here.
Frustrating I cant get online ......i went cafeteria to kill time ... coffee shop open till 10pm.
i couldnt get online to bank at home either .... maybe big cyberspace accident has stopped traffic.
waiting is the name of the game at hospitals.
*
445... with H in recov, they found blockage, clear stint, in hr back to room.
507 ... talk to doc ... prob no defib bec they feel sure clogged artery was cause ... might come home very soon ... see how she is tkmorrow. I have photos of her heart.
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Quiet time
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Update
I have clothes in drier, found fax place on way to hosp, I'll be there before two.
Update at home
went to deli fir lunch stuff ... feeling better, Pam arrived nick of time, I felt losing it coming on. Nope! Can return and continue my performance. I want an Oscar!
I really really like cardiologist. Speaks a language I understand.
Update
Card doc is really good, very commo savvy ... says may be personality change, some memory may never be recovered ... or she may become old self.
Soon as son arrives, doing errands.
A little progress
So sad to go through all this. Tears at one point, "I don't want to die," breaks your heart ... and she wants food and water but csnt til after test.
Good fortune
Update
Surgeons have amazing job. I dated a surgeon once. HILARIOUS story. If you want to read it, use link in right column to go to my other blog The Years, use search box at top and enter surgeon, should turn it up.
Bedside in a dark room
But with 8 hrs to kill, I can catch up on chores.
No idea when this will stsrt. If emergencies come in, may not happen at all. It's long, exploratory but not urgent.
Folks appreciate this blog. As much for me as anyone. I'm a writer, my knee jerk reaction to experience is to write about it. In fact, a retirement wish was ... no more experience! My archive is large enough already and I don't have to write about anything else.
HA HA HA HA!!!
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Grief
the most who die
the more we live
Hooray! v So far, so good
SO FAR, SO GOOD!
H sleeping. Writing here at bedside.
Important small step
http://ecowatch.com/2014/09/21/peoples-climate-march-climate-change-action/
Progress
updated her email ... updated bird feeders ... garbage out for Mon pickup ...vacuumed ...everything i wanted to do but laundry, do tonight or early morn, not urgent ...
by appearance, a first rate loaf! i used to bake by the long kneading way in grad school, this new way just as good, i make a loaf without hassle in 90 mins!
Moving toward normalcy
Update
When I leave around noon, bake bread (2 hrs) and some other chores. Baking bread my best therapy.
Changed unknown pw for h email (poss w her cell phone), now i can access w mobile. I havent told her ha ha ha.
Update
Half asleep, she kept saying "I open a can of worms." I couldn't figure it out until tlk w her later ... she overheard me tell nurse re friends jamming switchboard at ohsu ... she opened a can of worms!
Heart test takes 8 hrs!
Bedside update
cardio doc here, more info ...report says 3 min bystander cpr bef amb arriv ... the difference!
test req 8 hrs being still
Routine!
Baking bread great therapy for me hope I can bake daily and give away.
Sunnyside info
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Home
H getting ornery, pissed she has to spend night in hospital bec she has to go home and check her email - and really got pissed I'm checking it for her. I sd I'm helping you. She sd she doesn't want any help.
Oh my ...
At Sunnyside
Update
Memory and emotion issues ... didnt know mother was dead, really upset her.
Sometimes comic.
I ask, Do you know who I am?
My husband. ...Where do you live?
I live with you.
Really? ... How long?
Over 20 years.
... Wow.
Update, doc
A wonderful moment
First Question
Cant until after tests, which may be delayed until Monday given weekend, ... waiting for docs now.
Housekeeping
Chores that need doing, have to fit them in ... nothing anyone else can do. Lots of help offered. Best help is no calls after 8 pm!
Tired but good spirits. When son arrives, will come home, see if I can nap.
How in hell would I ever have started my university class next week? What good timing to retire! Lots of time to do what she needs.
Two little lessons along the way
- I never realized I was such a wimp. Of course I also am a very good playwright and a decent actor. I can create and deliver a performance. The last thing H needs is a bedside wimp, so I wrote a role for myself, the Strong Husband, to perform at her bedside. And it comes off! I even have a fan club! Isn't art amazing:? In reality, I am the last person you want in the foxhole with you.
- Having gotten a taste of it, I don't think I want to outlive Harriet.
Disaster breeds opportunity
As a writer, I understand this very well. Time is an asset to an artist. How do most artists find time? The same way I did: by being selfish. The art comes first and everything else comes second. This has consequences, sometimes disastrous ones, especially in relationships. But there it is.
Harriet is not selfish. She spreads herself very thin and ends up having too little time for herself, her art. And she bitches, at least privately to me, about it.
Now the gods have given her a great gift and a great opportunity. If she follows the recovery program, she will end up with much more time to do her art. If she follows the program, she can enter the most personal, creative and productive phase of her artistic life.
But I know Harriet. There is no guarantee she will follow the program. It's hard for her to put her own needs first.
I will encourage her to follow the program, to be a little selfish for a change. I hope her friends do as well.
If you want to talk to me ...
Friday, September 19, 2014
Rude awakenkng
Of course, I can't get back to sleep. Another pill? Not supposed to. Drive to DQ for a Blizzard? Not supposed to drive after taking pill.
What to do? For now, we have pecan ice cream in freezer ....
Almost relaxed
Some very interesting paintings are going to come out of this.
After the family leaves, plan to take my ukulele one day and serenade her. She likes to hear me play.
Recovery begins
Something familiar
Head man
1 her heart stopped
2 she basically was dead
3 help arrived soon enough to bring her back to life
4 she was rushed to hospital here etc etc
Man alive...
She'll get out of intensive care in next 48 hrs, be admitted downstairs for continued recovery ... depending on test results tomorrow ...test cd lead to heart surgery.
Doc super pleased. He sd flat out, she died and the rescue unit brought her back to life.
Thoughts
Thoughts
Tues I thought I'd lost her. Today she looks pissed because she isn't going home. Amazing.
Housekeeping
Home
Important now for her to understand what happened and to do what she's told ... in this regard, her many friends can be an important morale booster. Come Monday, all of her family should be here.
This is a long haul ... hope she can accept that.
Dog and I going for another walk.
Update
.. she just whispered for me to take her home ... I tried to explain what happened etc and that recovery will take a while. Doesn't seem happy about that.
Update
She managed to whisper to Naema tbat she wants to go home. That's Harriet.
I may bring camera this pm, see if she will smile for camera ... will only take photo with permission though!
When she is good enough to leave intensive care, goes to other unit.
H still trying to say she wants to go home.
Update
H liftng entire leg up now. When she is more presentable, I'll post photos ... when she can talk, I'll add video.
Lots of positive energy in room.
Family flying in during next few days, even more bedside support.
So far, so good.
Wish I cd thank whoever called 911 whe. she collapsed onstreet. Probably saved her life.
Bedside, first report
An un-reccomended diet
Taking dog for walk, then to hospital. Will blog bedside.
Love At Ground Zero
Home front
H's great support and popularity bring to mind the death of my dear friend and poet, Ger. A decade or more ago. Had services and scattered ashes at Shakespeare Garden in Wash. Park (illegally, I am told)... there were SIX of us there. He, like many writers, was a solitary guy. Sister only family ... rest of us were writer friends.
Not everybody jams the switchboard at the hospital, which I'm told happened via H's friends.
Couple hrs to kill before I go up. Want to be there when docs make their rounds.
Good night's sleep but still feel a little tired, drained. My own doc worried about MY health, told me to only stay a few hrs at a time.
Interesting thing about grief. It's like the tide, ebbs and flows. Can be quietly sitting. nothing on my mind, when BAM! I'm in tears. In the beginning Sketch would lick them away but he doesn't like this game any more. He'd rather play tug of war.
He stopped sitting at the door, waiting for Harriet.
Housekeeping
H is most disorganized person I know, when I need to use a pw will be a problem bec her "book of passwords" is a chaotic incomprehensible mess to my eyes. Gonna see if I can change it, get her email acct on my Fire for mobility.
Made myself breakfast! An accomplishment. Shower and back to email before off to hospital. Need to take Sketch out today.
So much better today. Let's make it a trend.
Good timing
Sleep!
Also told me not to hold vigil at hosp for more than a few hrs, I need my rest - I think this is in response to long vigils by daughter and girlfriends, I only stay 2 hrs at a time, several during the day.
Today will go up at 930 and wait till I see doctor, then return in afternoon. Want EKG results.
So far, so good. See if I can get into her email and manage things, make folder for get wells.
So far, so good!
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Real stuff
Beware of premature optimism
The minute you think you have the gods figured out, they give it to you both barrels. An argument for humility.
Tonight's event
Nice to get good news today ... but much distance to go.
To sleep tonight
Irony
My criticisms are elsewhere. Insurance & costs issues, end of life issues.
An incident
See it here.
When things looked bad, I thought, O hell, not a coincident! The last cruise and all that. Now things look a tad better, maybe it's just a souvenir.
I definitely want it this way.
Extraordinary support
It's like at home, she gets 6 phone calls a day. I get about 10 a year and half of those are sales pitches ha ha. Much good energy flowing her way!
Update
Article in SF Chron this morn re " Death in Amer" report slammed med prof for systemic probs depriving patients, will keep one alive with expensive measures in hosp when all s/he wants to do is die at home. Right on!
Hanging in better, sort of.
At the hospital
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Archive free
http://www.openculture.com/2014/09/partisan-review-now-free-online.html
Cosmic question
A: An absurd one.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Zero sum universe
Ticker ticking
The book we need
I think she is right.
But I also think this has no chance of happening, that by the time great numbers of comfortable citizens are ready to act it will be in defense of personal property at a higher level of crisis. Masses of citizens are not ready to save the planet. Later they will try to save whatever they can in food and water riots.
But Klein nails the reality of this crisis. Its subtext and root truth are about ideology. It IS capitalism v. climate, and capitalism is winning hands down.