Generally, I wake up with the dawn throughout the year, but pain got me up a bit earlier. At least I slept 6 hours or so, better than the night before last. Sitting on one of Kathy’s hard chairs on Monday did my hip in. Siting on hard surfaces is one more thing to add to my list of things not to do. Fortunately, I see Doc Mac on Monday to discuss my situation and hopefully schedule hip surgery.
I’m not looking forward to surgery, but needs must. I am fearful of the anesthesia bit, having had a few bad reactions, but the last few experiences were much better. Cataract surgery went off without a hitch, knock on wood, although the Doc administered a sedative both times, not regular anesthesia. I see Dr. G Monday afternoon, hopefully for the last time until my next regular eye exam.
Despite my physical travails, the week has been pleasant. Sherry, an old friend, called on Monday and we had a nice long talk. I met Sherry when she was 18 and I was 21, so this friendship is old indeed. At one point, Sherry mentioned the “older lady across the street” who was 72 and it dawned (again) that she is “our age.” Goodness.
Between us, Sherry and I had six children, and several stray husbands, and divorces, crazy relatives and lawsuits involving relatives, and we both returned to college after child bearing, during the early phase of the women’s movement. Sherry became an fiber artist, and I became a sociologist, lately historian. Now we totter off into old age and compare notes.
Tuesday, I was due to visit the Thrift shop at Fort Myer.* I haven’t been on that base in 40 years, but years ago, I used the chapel, medical facility, PX, commisary, and officer’s club on a regular basis. Thus Ft. Myers, or what’s left of it after many burials at Arlington which have led to the demolishment of WWI buildings, holds many memories. My middle child attended first grade, and youngest child attended kindergarten on the post.
Owing to the hard thrift shop floor (in a quonset hut), I did not go with Brother D and Kathy, but joined them later for tea and cake with another fellow from the Abby, and neighbor Sue, a fingerprint expert with Homeland Defense. Today, Brother D leaves for Austria where he will visit his Dominican brothers.
Monday, Brother D, also an artist, brought a beautiful framed phtograph of the Dominican Abby surrounded with spring flowers, which he gave me and I gave David. David loves the abby photo so he has hung it beside his bed where he can look at it before he falls asleep. Next to my bed, I have a pastel of a beautiful Japanese Pearl Diver (based on a nineteenth century print) by my graphic artist friend Kathleen. Kathleen went through a period of fiendishness regarding Japanese prints when she lived here and had access to the Smithsonian’s Asia museum and the Freer Gallery. Artists, everywhere I look artists.
*where the guards for the tomb of the unknown and the fellows who provide escort service and accompany the funeral cortages at the cemetery as well as their horses are housed.*