I went over to Kathleen's where she and Judy were both in their respective lounging positions watching an old black and white movie on TBS.
"What's on?" I asked.
"We don't know," one of them said. "It's Pat O'Brien week. We're just watching lots of Pat O'Brien movies."
I don't think they've moved much since Kathleen got her surgery on Wednesday. She was, in fact, completely floored at how seriously her body took surgery. As in pain. As in needing to sleep all the time. As in being nauseous. As in not wanting to move, eat, or, well, move.
Judy is being her caretaker. She warned me before I went over there that Kathleen was still in her hospital gown and she herself was in sweats and wasn't wearing her hair. I said, "Well, then I'll fit right in in my overalls and my undershirt and holey socks. I sure as shit ain't putting a bra on. But I do have hair."
"That's okay," she said.
I stayed for awhile, knitting and chatting while yet another Pat O'Brien movie came on and then I started coughing and felt like I was spewing viruses into the air. So I said, "Well, I guess I'm going to take my surprisingly full head of hair on home."
That made 'em laugh. I love those women. God, I love those women.
I called Mr. Moon just awhile ago and we had a nice chat. He's still up in Tennessee and he hasn't gotten his big buck but he's still hopeful. He told me about the little four-point buck he saw this morning, chasing two does for all he was worth. Animals have interesting sex lives which seem to me to be at least as complex as humans' sex lives.
Anyway, we laughed about the little buck going after the women and we talked about Aunt Elizabeth, too. He'd read my blog post about her and said it was perfect and that it had made him cry and boy, if that didn't make me feel good, I don't know what would. Not that my husband cried, but that I got it right enough so that it moved his heart. I love that man.
Now the crazy thing is, is that another aunt of his has also had a stroke. She was the wife of Mr. Moon's daddy's brother. So Aunt Ann is the last of that little group and who would have thought that she'd have a stroke a few days after Elizabeth, and yet- she has. She is not expected to live, either and you just have to wonder sometimes. I got an e-mail from her daughter this morning and she said in it that the family hopes she does not linger or suffer.
She lives in Tennessee and Mr. Moon went to see her yesterday. So at least he got to see her.
Funny world. And this is not the hunting trip that my husband planned but then- whatever turns out the way you planned?
I hear Owen got a goldfish at the fair last night. This makes me happy. I hope he got to eat something fried. I wish I'd been there but I just wasn't feeling up to it.
I'm glad he's got a new pet. I hope he lasts awhile, Goldy. Or whatever they name it. I'll see him tomorrow. Not Goldy, Owen. I'll be taking care of him after I take Kathleen up to Thomasville and I'll be bringing Kathleen here to stay for a few days until she feels better. She said that since she's met Dr. M, she's been miserable. Colonoscopy, endoscopy, PT scans, lab work, and now surgery. But, he's doing his job and that's that. I think she's starting chemo again on Monday. Lord. She is brave.
I'll bet she and Judy are still sitting there, watching Pat O'Brien movies. "Two old bald ladies," is what Judy called herself and Kathleen. Two beautiful bald ladies, not that old, either.
I think I'm going to take my surprisingly full head of hair for a nap. It's going to be a big day tomorrow. I need to rest up.
And then Mr. Moon will be home on Saturday. I sure will be glad to see that man. I'm going to hug and kiss him a lot, even if he doesn't bring home a buck. I didn't marry him for his hunting skills, y'all, but that's been a nice bonus, even if it took me about twenty years to figure it out.
I'm a slow learner. What can I say?