Oh, how we need this rain! I like waking up to the sound of it on the skylights.
Our plan is to leave here by 8 and go directly to the hospital, see Dr. Brenin for my post-surgical check, get a copy of the pathology report, and take the Goldbergs out to dinner. Tomorrow morning, Dr. Lin will remove my stitches, and hopefully send me on my way with an appointment sometime in the future to form and tattoo "nipples" on my new falsies. How incredibly w-e-i-r-d. I, who never wanted a tattoo, now get two. Again, the perverse humor part of me flirts with the idea of something out of the norm--maybe a lion & and lamb? A Yin & Yang? A butterfly on one and a screaming eagle on the other? Hidden messages? How about I just calm down and let them do their jobs normally...
This will be a quick trip--up there today, home tomorrow afternoon. Throw a change of clothes in a bag, pack up the dog's stuff, make some sandwiches, grab a couple of books and the loaves of bread and go.
The Challahs turned out beautifully. I had forgotten what a great recipe that is, and the dough was rich and soft enough for me to roll it out and braid it myself. So I am getting stronger incrementally, even if I am frustrated at the speed of the improvement! I don't think I've made Challah since we lived in Vallejo, almost 20 years ago. I used to make it for Mark & Jo Goldberg because Mark was always the physician on-call (he was doing his family practice residency then) on holidays and weekends, the only time my babies got sick, it seemed. It was an easy thank you gift for all the excellent, cheerful, after-hours care he provided, and in my mind, it became part of the transition between our doctor-patient relationship and a family friendship that has brought us to this point today. And now, Dr. Brenin and his family will get a loaf too, part of the circle expanding again. Food making friends--I love that!
So off to chores and then on the road.
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Pam,
Have a safe trip - or by the time you read this - hope you had a safe and easy trip.
We headed to the mountains yesterday to "get away". Seems like I say that more and more and that everyday I'm finding a place to "get away". It works for awhile, but then we always end up back home trying to get back to normal and like you said a "new" normal. I guess I haven't found my path yet to deal totally with "new" normal, but I will. For now, it's much easier to "get away".
Talk to you soon - MaryAnn
Pam, the challah was beautiful! It almost motivated me to bake bread...but not quite. I'm having surgery on Wednesday to repair my stupid collarbone and free my equally idiotic shoulder.(from what, you might ask?) I'm a nervous wreck since I've never had surgery; I'm using you as my positive and non-whining role model. Unfortunately, I've always been much less stoic and much more whiny than you so I have to assume that will continue. I'm already having anxiety about not being able to drink water after midnight and I'm having dreams about being marooned on a deserted island surrounded by salt water with only potato chips and pretzels in my pocket.Yikes...I am slightly neurotic! Love, Terry
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