I've spent a great deal of it at Kathleen's house, mostly just sitting with her. Her husband went to run some errands and I probably annoyed the snot out of her, asking her things like,"Can I get you some tea?" "Would you like something to eat?" "Are you cold?"
All she wanted was some water, a bit of peace, the ability to breathe more fully. And her pain medication.
We sat and I knitted and she crocheted when she wasn't napping, just like we used to do when we were the Foley artists for the radio shows at the Opera House. Well, she didn't nap when we were onstage. But besides that. We billed ourselves as the Miller Sisters when we did that gig, which was appropriate in that we both have the maiden name of Miller.
We did talk some and the hospice music therapist came while I was there. She was a darling child with a most amazing voice and she played us a few songs from our past.
She had no idea who Keith Richards is but she has heard of the Rolling Stones.
We thought this was hysterical, me and Kathleen.
"Ah me. We are old," I said. She agreed. Kathleen, that is. I'm sure the darling music therapist thought so too but she is far too polite to say so.
But she played us James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James" which I have always loved, and my favorite Beatle's song of all times, "In My Life."
It was a peaceful afternoon.
I am home now and for some reason which I cannot figure out, I can't access my blog site either from my computer or phone but can access it from my iPad which is where I am writing this. It is all very mysterious and a friend of mine wrote me this morning to say that she couldn't access it either. I spent some time with tech support but none of their suggestions helped.
I've tried using both Safari and Chrome and I would blame one of them but since it's both...
Or my computer but since it's happening on my phone, too...
Or on my server except that I CAN access it from my iPad...
Well. A ghost in the machine somewhere.
Mr. Moon is out of town and I hope to go to bed early. I have an appointment with my dental surgeon tomorrow morning to see if my implant site is ready for the crown. This little oral project has now been going on for over a year.
Ah well. It all could have been so much worse.
And for those of you who have been wondering about Bad (Evil) Santa I give you these.
His light thingee is broken so he can only stand in the reflected light of the tree but there he is, standing guard. We all need a guardian Santa, don't we?
So that is me tonight on this evening, six days before the Winter Solstice. I keep thinking of the part in "Sweet Baby James" where he sings, "Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose/Won't you let me go down in my dreams?"
I see Kathleen's hands, working even now as she comes in and out of dreams on a blanket of deep greens and blues, her crochet hook weaving the yarn into warm stitches.
She is beautiful.
Let us all have beautiful dreams tonight.
Love... Ms. Moon