Herself: Swam, wrote, got to school early to scope out parking, class, dinner on deck again, took card up to MB, quiet evening at home.
Reading: Fr. Tim.
Balance: Talking with Marion yesterday.
She graciously invited us in, and we kindly didn't sing. We stayed for a moment at her urging for a bit of spritely conversation too.
"What," I asked her, "did she want for her birthday this year."
From a woman who has suffered wearing out with class and pizazz came a list. You can see her now waving it, along with a pen, "Balboa Park and museums," she told us. "Valley center, the Zoo, Borrego Springs, the Embarcadero." Oh, the list was far longer than that.
Her family is coming by today, and she will wave her list toward them...I'm sure with a delightful twinkle in her eye. They can sign up for one or more things on her list, and when she has energy, she will call in their marker. No cake or ice cream here, but elephants instead. No boxes tied with fancy ribbons, in their places wait ships resting in the sun. It's been a year since the cyber knife lung cancer surgery, and she is perking up and looking outward once more.
I too might like elephants or ships with masts reaching for the stars. What a great idea.