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My friend is on her way to Europe. She and her husband will spend the spring in Crete, Greece, and they are both very excited about it. They will spend a few days in Rome, Italy, a couple of days in Vienna, Austria, and will make a few other stops in other countries.
This beautiful sculpture called “Journeys” can be found in the entry area of the Stefanie Spielman House in Columbus, Ohio.
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Next week about his time, surgery will be over and I assume I will be laying happily and drugged up in a bed in the Cancer hospital. I still have a hard time with the fact that I am a patient in a cancer hospital, but I have learned to appreciate the nurses and doctors and as always, I have adjusted nicely to everything that the universe has thrown in my direction.
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Because it is all right to be in a bad mood there,
slouching along through the underground garage,
riding wordlessly on the elevator with the other customers,
staring at the closed beige doors like a prison wall.
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The young black kid was still parking our car when we reached the 5th floor. He had been so cheerful, so friendly, and very professional. First impressions matter, he had been able to put my mind at ease for a short while.
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How honest should I be on my blog? I always wondered about that. I could answer, “I am fine”, which I am, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg, a facade because most of us have the same defense mechanism. “I am fine,” isn’t that the answer we mostly give, even when we are not?
She walked into my workroom full of life. She was ready to learn as much as she possibly could in one week. I had agreed to give a 40-hour block class from Monday to Friday because the student was eager to learn my trade -the simple craft of furniture restoration and upholstery. She had flattered me with her request. She came from out of state, an 8-hr drive. She stayed in a hotel nearby. How could I not be flattered? How could I possibly say NO to the money?
I suppose we all have a celebrity crush when we are young. At 14 I admired John Travolta, just like so many other girls like me. I went with a girlfriend to the movie theater in Austria. We got tickets for the show, sat down, unpacked our cigarettes and got lost in Grease.
The older we get, the more we get used to death walking right beside us. Perhaps it was always like that, we just didn’t dare to acknowledge it. When we are young, we demand the right to live our lives -and nothing is wrong with that and so for many years, the thought of dying is a disturbance.
