Tuesday, August 19, 2025

     Third sunny morning in a row. You know what that means, the fog is just around the corner.  Three days are our limit, unless of course I am wrong.

     Another morning of warm conversations with my brother and his wife and my sister.  I am amazed that we have not run out of topics. This morning, we will continue.  I am tired of my medical stories.  I like our family talk. We have lightly touched on politics.  I am delighted with my family.

     The Carmel Highlands baker brought a fresh loaf of sour dough bread. And more conversation. And now if I can just get my knee to stop hurting.

     In the afternoon my sister and I watch two TV shows while the rest of the family are someplace else.  LUDWIG and THE PITT. The TV is near the sunny window and is difficult but not impossible to watch. I am too distracted with family to read very much.

 

Monday, August 18, 2025

     A treat to see the stars shinning through the skylight when I am in bed. And this morning for the second time, sun light fills the house. Summer is coming.

     We sit in the living room, through the morning, talking about our lives. My brother and I and his wife. I am afraid we will run out of topics, but not true. I am reminded of how we are connected to each other. We definitely come from the same family.

      My sister and I visit frequently and we have patterns of talking and watch interesting TV shoes in the afternoon. I introduced her to THE PITT and LUDWIG, both fabulous shows. She has helped me many times during these years of cancer treatments.

     I have started another book by Elly Griffiths, THE LAST WORD. And I am continuing BROTHERS EMANUEL. I realize even as a child I would retreat from the noisy family to read by myself.  A life long pattern. I have given up on harsh judgements of our various family traits.

 

  Sunday, August 17, 2025  

      My younger brother and sister are visiting. Our age differences no longer matter. We are just the family’s old folks now.  My late 70’s brother is still working full time.  So strange that our parents are no longer around to buffer us from old age. And dying.  Our kids talk about their retirement plans. I miss being younger. Both siblings complain about getting stuck in huge traffic jams when driving to Monterey.  Yep, Car week.

     I tell my brother I think I am dying.  He says no, you are not dying.  He is a doctor and should know.  Then why do I feel so sick. You will get over it, he tells me. We sit in the living room talking and laughing.

     I am given a new support animal, by my sister in law, a guinea pig like soft creature to add to my chickens.  I am well protected.

     This morning, they will return, our conversations are not over.  We watch the last two episodes of OUTRAGEOUS in the evening. Such a satisfying series.