Dearest family and friends,
These, I guess you could say, are the good times, when there is kind of a normalcy that covers us here on Boyd Creek, a comfortable blanket. While Nora hit a bit of a rough patch last weekend, she’s now walking the dogs, doing laundry. This is the weekend without chemo.
Laundry may not be uppermost in everyone’s mind, but the end process, the drying, pleases Nora. Our yard is large enough to have clothes lines. The air is fresh here and there is no aerosol that can capture the aroma of sun dried fabric. It has literally been decades since we have heard the flap of a towel or sheet. Life gets simpler, more focused. A clothes line is a fantastic substitute for the waiting.
Nora was even able to stop by (with face mask) the Reeder “salon” down the road, one of our neighborhood’s two meeting places, and chat a bit, which always makes her feel good. And me. And our friends.
This weekend we will see Sarah and Jeremy, plus a special visit from Rebbecca (Nora’s oldest), husband Clint, and grandsons Emerson and Wyatt.
Nora is “herself” today, rearranging rooms, enjoying opening junk mail, making plans. We talk of everything. We talk of nothing. It is wonderful.
Paul