My sweet BECKY BOO...we waited 10 days....the biopsy on her liver was BENIGN!!! YES!!!
Now she can go forward with the radiation /chemo treatment for her pancreatic cancer. This woman is unbeatable. I love her beyond measure. Little Delaney in her arms is now 15 years old.
Little Otis was born last night at the Alpaca farm next to Darlene & Randy in the NC mountains. One of my favorite animals are "fainting goats". And yes, they do fall over and pretend fainting!
The pool water is now up above the dark blue line. Mr. Chuck, the pool guy, took a water sample and now the pool is up and running. I could actually jump in now if it wasn't so frigid:) One day when the rain passes, I am going to paint all the rod iron furniture black. That's a good activity to do alone and meditate and listen to the creatures and birds in the woods!
Still making friends with the 61 keyboard and it's many, many synthesized sounds. No songs on it yet, but it is going to make beautiful music!!
Today is my father's death date. My grandmother, being dramatic I thought, said I would go into labor on March 23rd. Al wasn't due for another month. Long story short, my water broke and I went into labor at midnight March 23rd. This beautiful girl was born the next day C section. She is as beautiful inside as she is on the outside. Math and numbers are her kryptonite....but words and languages...whoa! She speaks fluent French, has a good grasp on Arabic, and is immersed in Spanish in her job. She has compassion...works with refugees and immigrants. Her job description says she is an interpreter services specialist. She maintains a bank of interpreters that speak hundreds of languages. She is called to provide interpreters for VCU hospital and other hospitals, the court systems, police, schools, and lots of other situations where someone or their family doesn't speak English. Her ability to understand world leaders and governments and customs is so beyond anything I could ever do I could go on and on....When all this chaos is over, we will have a huge multicultural celebration. Lots of interesting foods and festivities....And of course, we will all be hugging and holding hands and touching after this long drought of human touch.
Nights are the hardest. Don't get me wrong. I have everything I need here except a friend or someone I care about sitting close. All the girl talk in the world doesn't take away this empty feeling of what I thought was about to be. OK, time to pull out the ol' lyric notebook. Never realized this was going to be so therapeutic:)
Actually, I am going to pull out all my crocheting yarn. If I do one square a night, i can have a surprise afghan for Al for her birthday when we get outta the Covid occupation!
As a final before closing up shop, I saw this beautiful post and knew I had to spread it to as many as possible. I wish I knew who CD was. It is simply too beautiful to comment on....so good night...peaceful dreams...and remember, you are never really alone, no matter what is happening in your life. You are always...always loved by someone.
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