Jammin' with Gilly

Well, today was so eventful that I am late with my blog entry. Sorry folks! I've had 2 concerned calls due to my lack of blogunication.

As you can see, Gilly now wears the same hairdo he had way back when as a soldier, thanks to Avi. A thousand thank you's would not be enough. What a mitzvah! Brad Pitt (spelling?), watch out!!! Gilly looks gorgeous, and he enjoys the light headed feeling.

This morning, Gilly woke up after a good night's sleep feeling rather confused. He couldn't remember how to make toast. We decided to take the culinary interest, and go with it in another direction. There was some fruit salad to use up, since we have SO much fruit. Randee brought it over last week, knowing that I'm staying away from starches at the moment. But how much can we eat, running to the hospital, to work and so on? So instead of letting it all spoil (and anyone who knows me would attest to the fact that I hate to throw good food out), we decided to make jam. Gilly took control of the situation, and we now have delicious mixed fruit jam. He licked the bowl with relish (not the green kind) and rates it as a 10 out of 10. Tomorrow we plan to make Heavenly Chicken (one of our favourites) with the fresh new jam.

Photos by Keren (Gotta give credit where credit is due).

Thanks so much for all the calls, messages, and so on. Our reading audience is great, and we appreciate your concern and attention.

One thing I'd like to put out there is to be aware that Gilly's thinking is somewhat muddled at the moment. Most of you know that he usually loves a good challenge, so instinctively, you may wish to ask him how to fix something, or how something works. Right now, my instinct is that this would place undue pressure on him. It's not the best way to keep his mind busy at this time, because he is well aware that he is confused about the simplest of tasks. He's working slowly and steadily, and with every bit of effort he can afford, to reorganize his vast bank of knowledge. This is mentally and physically exhausting. Perhaps I'm overempathizing, but let's try to keep it on the safe side. Who knows? I could be right.

Our special Dr. Shelley (my long time childhood Birch Point friend) advises that Gilly rests, so we plan to ensure that he takes doctor's orders seriously.

I will return to work tomorrow, since Tamara is scheduled to be here all week, and is on spring break. So no blog until evening, more than likely.