It’s a windy, cold and grey-skied day in upper Michigan, the third in the row. Grandson Malik and Zadie’s visiting friend Zulia are playing cards and sweet how the 9-year old and 13-year old have grown to enjoy each other. I caught up on some e-mail and am obsessively reading a mystery (The Flight Attendant) to try to take my mind off my continued and disturbing undiagnosable dizziness.
Two days without swimming now, but still some fun moments playing Miniature Golf with the group, cornhole at the Cabbage Shed restaurant where I first encountered the game, a sweet show of select Broadway tunes in a beautiful church in the woods, a rollicking card game of Five Crowns. Life goes on in spite of my inability to be wholly present to savor and enjoy it.
With a long flight to China and two five-day workshops there starting next Friday, I’m getting a bit anxious over it all. It comes, it goes and hopefully will go in the next few days. Maddening to feel helpless without a clear diagnosis or plan to manage whatever it is. I’ve tried—bloodwork, MRI, talks with my doctor— all to no avail. Aargh.
Meanwhile, my daughters and grandkids will leave tomorrow, I’ll stay three more days— hopefully with some better weather! Today we’ll watch the final Olympics basketball game live on TV (instead of the usual post-game highlights) and perhaps I’ll go back to the Art Center to play their gorgeous Steinway piano. It has been a lovely family time all in all and soon back to my working self.
Had hopes that writing might bring out something worthy of sharing, but alas, it’s simply my personal news, such as it is, likely not useful to anyone. But having written it, might as well post it. Dear reader, savor every moment of good health and go USA basketball!
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