A good friend lost their family cat of 18 years recently. They knew the time was coming, of course, which meant they could take some time to appreciate and coddle him a bit extra, before their final goodbye. Continue reading “Goodbye Banzai”
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Early June morning
It’s too early. My earliest alarm – the optimistic, maybe-I’ll-get-a-long-workout / at-least-I’ll-be-awake-to-hear-the-next-alarm alarm – won’t go off for another half hour. Continue reading “Early June morning”
Lunch, Hugs, and Good Times
Since my boss, it turns out, isn’t sick with coronavirus (as far as anyone can estimate such things), I can see people.
I can see one of my favorite people.
Visitations
I don’t get to come up to NJ as often as I’d like.
No. Wait.
I don’t get to see my friends up in NJ as often as I’d like. Continue reading “Visitations”
Strangely quiet
In one way, it’s nice to return to normal. I mean, of course. It’s very comfortable, very familiar, to have my place to myself.
But also, Continue reading “Strangely quiet”
The Return – scenes from Saturday
It’s been 10 days since the fall, and S is heading home.
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I am up early, as I tend to. Comparatively speaking, anyway. So I get in my workout, a shower, the last of the packing (other than S’s morning stuff). Most of the rest we gathered up last night.
She has set alarms, so Continue reading “The Return – scenes from Saturday”
Continued progress on multiple fronts
Learning
So first off – still getting my daily language lessons in. Woot woot. Going for 1000! And also, to be a little more passable in (French, mostly).
Moving
Step by step … blessed
So it’s been a few days since S had her fall. She’s in two casts, and her face is scabbed over where she got rug burn during the fall. So is her knee. And her mouth got pretty mashed up when she landed, so it hurts to chew. Continue reading “Step by step … blessed”
Feb 5
A fabulous Birthday wish
For a fabulous friend
I hope your day is so Very happy!
You’re a blessing in my life!
Love you!
Day 10: (Port Kelang) Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
The port where we’ve docked is a good hour from Kuala Lumpur proper, so there’s ample opportunity to nod off en route.
But I wake up in time to see the city, the old train station, the national mosque, the war memorial and museum visit. And of course, to see the towers.
(G had already done this tour, so he really didn’t need to come do it again. But I’m on it, so he signed up again. Did I mention, likes me lilbit? – More than a little, and a lot more than like, he says.)
As usual, because of the long ride and the full itinerary, everything we stop to do is a big rush.
Back on board the ship, we head to our cabins – no socializing this afternoon … It’s packing night. I’m carrying off (which I debate briefly but ultimately decide is the only way I’m getting everything off the ship). I get squared away, showered and dressed for dinner, when G calls to say that T has invited everyone to come down and meet for drinks before dinner.
I buy everyone a round, and we all have a great time hanging out.
Then we go for a final dinner (or is it last supper?) The one that seems less “forever.”
Afterward we all go to the last show which is really quite awful but none of us is willing to leave the group to skip out.
Finally that torture ends, and we say our goodbyes, give hugs, and surprisingly manage not to cry all over each other.
Because all these initials I’ve been using don’t do them justice: Trudy, Greg, Viviana, Andy, Patricia, Suzanne. May we all meet again. ❤️
