|One wedding, one funeral and one new grand-baby! |
October 9, 2017
Technically, these events could be chalked up to life going on and everyday events. One of my more gloomy friends would be quoting Dorothy Parker poems to me, adding a little bit odd realism but it is not going to burst my balloons this morning!
A group of friends brought dinner over this last Saturday and since everyone was still on a rush of love and warm feelings and joyous post-wedding emotions, this little dinner went on well past the lovely desert and coffee after the wonderful supper and although Himself tired easily and mostly listened, it was an evening that gently filled our house with life enriching memories. Making great use of the kitchen island, I managed to make a big pan of homemade macaroni and cheese and since the oven was being used anyway, baked some Brined-Chicken Chicken. It is so easy and any reason to use the big cast-iron skillet and fresh-picked rosemary, thyme, sage and parsley from the herb gardens. Just before the first guests arrived, I sat perched on the high kitchen chair and thought to myself that now the house was alive with the scents iof full-on life! The long dining table was sat with the best white China and table linens, blue linen napkins folded neatly and softly glowing silver. Some friends had brought over a lovely bouquet of glorious cock's comb and by adding a few sunflowers and greenery from our gardens, there was a gorgeous centre piece in the midst of all the gleaming sparkly dinnerware. My weakness for blue and white pieces was never more appropriate, for the blue and white pitchers full of flowers looked so pretty and festive.
And we're back. This crazy heart stuff is so predictable and the unpredicatablness is the only truly predicatable thing one can count on. Since Himself is on blood-thinners, falling from the dizziness brought about by the heart is a real issue. So just a few minutes ago he just about hits the floor trying to fetch a pair of socks from the dresser and the blood pressure shot up to crazy heights and the whole ritual begins. My clomping around in this darn fracture boot means my speed is right up there with a Low Country turtle! He is fine now and I am perched on a wooden ladder back chair here in the master bath, doing shower duty! Sorry there-no super hot steamy showers for you!
His home-help aide is coming soon and then we can knock off some of this laundry and clean the fridge out and then head off to pick up groceries and maybe just maybe some serious library time. It will be a long time before I am comfortable with leaving him even with an aide.
And of course, today is Canadian Thanksgiving and all our flags are flying and the traditional dinner menu is coming together beautifully. Later there will be phone calls and Himself's niece is asking for serious FaceTime to visit and share the day together a little bit. She has been staying at our house the past few days for the beach and privacy and views. There are actually two houses on the property, the small but adorable guest house, built for the original owner's daughter after her divorce and the "big" house.
Since Himself's niece had an emergency C-section, the little house there is preferable, for it is all on one level and with its views and beach, very restful and quiet. She has been sending videos of the water and tides, sound clips of the waves and shots of the mountains and of course, the "big" house and its springs. On the property is a set of eternal springs and it belongs to the property and she tells me the water is so soft and clear and clean, her hair and skin are glowing!
I told her to feel free to just settle in and she assured me she will move herself and the baby back to the guest house on her parents' property in a month or so but there is no huge hurry at all. Himself's doctors are strongly suggesting a pacemaker if the drugs don't kick in with real results in a month or so and he is not cleared for any travel for awhile.
There have been a lot of jokes about our family setting up a compound or commune up there, although there is private ownership and distance between the two properties and her parents have about eight acres backing up to a provincial park, very private only two houses have been built on each side.
The aide was asking me before she left about the video Himself played on the flat-screen television of the property and beach. He had a few intense fibrillation "episodes" when she was here and she looked at me really funny a few times as we discussed his heart failure challenges and how remote the island seems to her.
Plus, well. I did not say anything aloud to her but when our new grand baby arrives, well, I will be needed there to help and as the years go on, there will be more needs to be met or help with. If Himself retires, in a way, my time will be freed up greatly: no work schedule to work around.
So much to think about! Babies and retirement and surgeries and houses and money and five to twenty year plans!
On this day to pause, reflect and give Thanks, and make bad puns and try to feel all the feelings, cook up a storm and watch baseball games and mail off more thank-you notes, I once again allow all my love for October and Autumn and babies and family and children wash over me.