James moved in yesterday. Things went incredible well & seemingly smooth,
with the help of one of our girl crushes. Without her, we would have
moved much more slowly, considering we found out she is quite the task
master & neat freak. We would have moved a box from one apartment to
the other & then chatted for an hour, while sipping homemade
Sangria! For James, the move was a bit of a ritual, as he left one
life to begin another. From time to time, I would glance at him & he
would smile & say something like, “I can’t believe we are really
doing this. I am so happy.”
My
daddie seems to be doing better, considering he has now begun
preparations for his bone marrow transplant. Earlier in the year, things
seemed to have fallen apart, when he was not approved for the
transplant, because the cancer would not go into remission during the
prep time. My mother called me in a state of incredible sadness, as she
said, “I don’t know who I am anymore.” She has had to go into
retirement, in order to take care of my daddie. Because she is a nurse,
she felt lost, not being able to take an active part in hospital life.
However, when I spoke to her earlier this week, she said “This
retirement thing is not so bad after all!”
