Tuesday morning

(A photo of Ella at "camp" last week, where she seems to have had a good time)

It's been so long since I last posted here, I would not be surprised if anyone who had still been periodically checking in here to read this blog had given up, assuming I would not be back. Sorry; I'm back. I'll try to write a little more regularly, so that each post can be shorter.

Since last I wrote, I made my trip to Atlanta to meet my new grandson in person. I had a good visit, although my brother J was ill - appears to have had the flu - so I didn't get to spend as much time with him as I would have liked. The new baby - whom his older (and wiser) brother calls "Baby Cello" - is very sweet and seems to be a very good baby. S and M seem very relaxed, so much more so than with Cachao. Even I - going back almost 40 years for the first child and nearly 35 for the second - recall the utter fear of bringing home my first, and of every "first" experience with her - first bath, first taking outdoors, first leaving with a friend for a couple of hours, first doctor visit, first cold, etc. Cachao is very good with his little brother, considering the little guy is not a lot of "fun" yet. I spent most of my time with Cachao. We built towns out of Lincoln Logs, drew maps, played a little catch. It was a good visit. I'll post a photo or two.





I came back home and within a few days came down with a bad cold. I am sure I caught it on the flight on the way home. We were held on the runway for 2-1/2 hours while a storm cell passed over the Atlanta airport. That meant my "direct" flight took 5 hours instead of two and a half. Five hours of breathing the same air with a packed plane load of passengers. Luckily I had a lovely several days at home with David - who was also on vacation the same week as I - before the cold attacked me. We boarded Ella and went down to Mystic Seaport to attend the Wooden Boat Show on Saturday, had a lovely dinner sitting on a patio next to the Mystic River, spent the night at a cheap motel nearby, got up early and were kayaking by 8:30. We kayaked on the Mystic River at the Seaport. That was interesting. On Saturday we saw all of the visiting wooden boats from the shore; on Sunday we saw them all again from the water. It was a very lovely weekend. On the drive home Sunday night I felt the first scratchy throat signs of the cold, which hit me hard by Monday morning.

I managed to make it in to work every day, although I worked "short" days (just 8 hours), and by Thursday, turned the corner. And then - of course - David got the cold. He finally began to feel better yesterday.

One very nice surprise was that my daughter called me over the weekend. From Haiti. Imagine my surprise when an unknown phone number appeared on my cell phone and I answered it and it was C. She's doing okay. She moved out of SOIL's house into another small house almost across the street. It's thought-provoking to hear about it. She has no electricity except in the evening hours when it is turned on for the city as a whole. (To have it at other times you have to have a device that draws power when it is on and stores it in a battery from which it can be drawn at other times of the day). No power means no refrigerator. She had no gas when she moved in, but has since bought some propane so now she can make coffee and cook a little. But she has screens in the windows (no mosquitoes!) and privacy, and is still almost next door to where she works. She knows that she is living in luxury compared with hundreds of thousands of Haitians.

Ella and I have been to the park many mornings since I last wrote here, including this morning. Some days we have managed to get there very early; others, not so much. Today for instance, we arrived at 6:30 and today, as a work day, there were already many runners, walkers and joggers there. I have not seen the heron recently. Also the Canada Geese appear to be elsewhere. A lot of Mallards. Last week when we had so much rain, the Mallards were able to "swim" in "ponds" which formed on top of the the grassy meadows due to the saturated ground. Strange sight.

June was a lovely month of no medical appointments! I see Dr. R in about 2 weeks. Then I see Dr. M in early August before David and I go to Maine for our classes at the Wooden Boat School. Then September should be a DR-free month again. And then October - and another CT scan. Sometimes I find it difficult to believe that in October it will only be 2 years since my diagnosis and surgery, and it has only been 18 months since I ended treatment. It feels a life time ago. I feel healthy and good (although arthritic and old!).

I am sick already of the posturing of the elected politicians. I am thinking seriously of not voting, at least in any national election, again. Another subject, another day.

Peace.