I'm Empty
Thursdays are good days. I love my Pilates foursome, a mid-morning gathering of women of a certain age, each with our individual aches and pains, but all of us committed to the method. JannyLou and I drive up together, and there's just enough time to catch up and feel the love. I missed it all this morning. The House Manager at G'ma's pod castle interrupted my morning routine. G'ma was in pain. She was unable to remain in the dining room during breakfast. Nausea, perhaps from the pain, sent her back to bed, with a Tylenol or two to ease the aches. The doctor had already been faxed and would be called when the office opened at 9. Did I want to come over and see her? No. I didn't want it to be happening at all. I was on my way to my own rehab, to a pleasant morning of movement and chatter followed by a walk around the Prince Playground with goblins and ghouls and ghosts. I didn't want to enter to cavern of care toward which she was beckoning. Of course...