One lone star in the night sky..or is that a planet? Were he up, David would tell me it’s a satellite, but I think it’s the morning star, the others having vanished over the western horizon. We’ve star-gazed together, but those 3 AM meteor showers are no longer his cup of tea. Besides, the trees are taller,blocking more sky except in winter months, and he sleeps later and later.
Joy kisses a jersey cow
The air is colder this morning and steam rises from the boiler in the apartment building behind our house…fall is here. The low muffled sound of cars in the distance coupled with the louder throttling of planes at National Airport as they begin their morning run to New York and other East Coast cities tell me the city is awakening. Planes can no longer fly over our neighborhood, 9-11 put an end to that flight pattern.
I am up before sunrise pain driving me from my bed again. Johnny is at my side. Clare, David and the parrots are still asleep, the coffee maker has finished brewing. I will get a cup and back to my book before they begin to stir.
After instructions arrived from the hospital yesterday, I searched for and found my Durable Power of attorney and Medical Directive. Then I called my lawyer. Time to update my will I think, but not this week. As if I wasn’t nervous enough. When I relayed my fears to Kathy, she said Brother D was returning to the US next week, and would visit me in the hospital to give me his blessing. Good I need it.
Julie wants to have lunch with David on Monday…a delayed birthday treat, so I called Arabella’s vet this morning, and got an appointment Saturday for annual physical and quarterly beak and claw trim. Providentially, Dr. Maclean is working this weekend. We will postpone the CBC until later. Every day seems so busy, time is flying by.
“Don’t forget your cushion,” says David. Three hours on a hard chairs for this ‘hip replacement’ class could make us very sore. The good news, we will meet others undergoing similar surgeries. Reminds me of the mothers I met who had babies around the same time I did. Except for Sherry, I don’t know any of them anymore. Make new friends, but keep the old they say.