Hey there.
Sorry I haven’t written in a while…last week was a busy one, believe it or not. In fact, Thursday night my friend from the pool called. "Barb," she said, "I hope you're okay. I've been to the pool 3 or 4 times and haven't seen you." Okay, maybe that illustrates that I'm addicted to sitting by the pool as much as it tells how busy I was, but anyway. Last Monday I spent cleaning since D (cousin) was staying, and Tuesday was a long and exhausting day, mostly because we stayed up until 1:30 in the morning after I picked her up at 11 and we had to leave for chemo at 6:15 (which means we woke up at 5:30) in the morning to be there on time. When I got home at 4:30 on Tuesday afternoon I was worthless. But ready for W to come down on Wednesday morning.
So I got a good night’s sleep and was rested for W’s visit. We had a good time, but there were definitely some moments that made me a little sad. Well, maybe sad isn’t the right word, but they were tender and emotional and I shed a few tears. He’s been through so much lately; I wish I could do more for him. Anyway, if any of that makes sense to you, well, then you’re even smarter than I know. I guess I don’t know how to write about it. And even if I did, I might still be vague here. It’s something I’d rather talk about than put in writing.
As you know, it’s my last week of vacation and the weather sucks. It rained yesterday and today and isn’t supposed to clear up until Thursday, but at least the weekend will be nice. I can spend the last weekend before I go back to school by the pool, trying to convince myself that it’ll be okay, that once I get in the swing of things I’ll be just fine…Right?...
Love you,
Barb
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