I haven’t left home again today I tend towards the Eremitic at the best of times and in the dodgy times – its more than a tendency. What I did have was S.C. call in and that always helps me. We sit and talk. Its a strange thing being suddenly widowed. Everything changes in a moment. And stays changed. So we sit and talk and breathe the same note unspoken.
She looks at the beach and the surf and I look at the lagoon and we yearn for the floating and the salt.
And then I weary. And come inside. Wondering at random about almost everything.
Its a strange thing being widowed all of a sudden. And then continuing. People – well – people mean well but less often do well. Maybe I will get her to come out to Bundagen for .lunch at the cafe on Tuesday. Do things we don’t normally do. I also need some winter clothes for down South.
So – the heater is near baking me but I am warm. The bleeding leak seems to have eased and I don’t think my nose is as blocked. Having experienced an illness that escalated in a day or two to near death has spooked the beejeesus out of me. Symptoms which would once have been merely annoying are now freakouts and death looks imminent.
My Poppy is going on Survival Camp with her school tomorrow. Down there in the South where its cold and she is excited. They are sleeping in AFrames without sides and cooking and walking in through the bush.
The Little Girls went to a party today dressed as pirates. Out at Fernmount.
But I stayed home and I stayed indoors. And I slept and read and healed.
This day is therefore done clean and sober and no prescription medications.
This day is done and all is fundamentally well.
The SilverBird Part 2 