Talisman

"Being human cannot be borne alone. We need other presences - we need the little clicks and sighs of a sustaining otherness."
John Updike

I spent the morning clinging to a book, a hank of horse hair, Andy and God. And I had a lot of action going on in my back pocket as a multitude of best friends opted to ride with me thru this day, with their little clicks and sighs (and an occasional pinch or two...Debn you promised!!). The book is one that was recommended by my dear friend, Veronica...it reminded me of the wonderful vacation we just had with my son and my grandkids. The horse hair is from my 4-legged buddy Matisse. His mom Sam sent it to me...anything from that good boyo has to be good luck! I talk to Matisse on the phone when he's in the mood to talk!



Jon had surgery this morning to have a colostomy, biopsies and a port and catheters installed for chemo. I just wanted him to make it thru the surgery...which he did. Praise God! Now we take things one day at a time. Blessings will flow.

Tired is creeping over my resolve to add to my bjournal today and threatening to win. Too much adrenalin gives me a headache...and I have a doozie! Next time I gotta remember to have a meal...even if it's little...the shakes almost got the best of me tonight...of course, it was just after the cafeteria closed! I hate vending machine food, but didn't have a choice. I made the best selections I could considering the source. Fruit snacks...those nuclear jelly-like blue and red gobs of goo that taste like...well that's best left unsaid, a granola bar...dry and crunchy and tasting like peanut butter from the 50's, and some not-too-salty pretzels...they actually weren't too bad. I had nothing to wash it down...the vending machine had nothing but pop...no water, no tea, no lemonade. A sip of pop would cost me $1,000!! I'll tell ya about that someday.

Anyway, I survived and am home now. I stopped and got two servings of KFC mashed potatoes and gravy to eat. MP&G is my comfort food!

It's late. I'm going to take some of that blue-label Tylenol ..the PM stuff. (My son told me to quit calling it my "little blue pills" because that's something all together different!). Gosh as I read back this sounds like one big whine! Oh well, I guess I deserve to whine a bit. But all in all, I'm happy. Jon is okay for now. That's all I ask. For now.

Andy will be home soon from work. I need to cuddle! So I'm waiting up for him.

Thought for the day...see the above bold print!