Let's make one thing perfectly clear (please!)
Yaron wanted to know how much time he had to lounge in bed this morning, so he called out the daily question, "Mom, can you give me a lift to the Metro this morning?" My reply came from the living room, "Sure, I'll be going to work for nine." Gilly was in the kitchen, preparing my coffee at the time (a labour of love I have enjoyed being the recipient of for 24 years now). I heard him cry out, "Now that's what I love to hear!" I was not sure what he was referring to, so I questioned him. He said, "That makes me feel fargenigan." "What are you talking about?" I asked. He explained, "I love when he gets a lift to the Metro. It makes me feel wonderful."
I never realized until yesterday that this small deed means so much to Gilly. I'm quite certain I know why, though; giving Yaron a ride was a favour he often did. He does not want his son to have any less than he had before. I will have to step into Gilly's kindhearted shoes for the meantime (although they're kind of large; I'm not so nice as he, to be honest. I figure Yaron's young and can take a bus, for goodness sake, especially on days when I do not have to be at Vanier for 9:00. But if it means so much to Gill, how can I refuse this guy with a huge heart and a tender spot for his offspring?)
Gilly enjoyed a leisurely lunch with Anita and Bernie today, catered by Snowdon Deli. It was yummy ( I nibbled on the leftovers while making dinner, so I can tell you first hand).
A few more rows of bricks adorn the wall (this time on the kitchen side), so production is still in motion.
Canucks tied last night, and lost 3 to 2 this evening. They're still in the running, so it's off to Ile Bizarre (spelling?) tomorrow afternoon. A new tournament is in the making, so Gittit and Sema may get a chilly reception on Monday evening (pack your gutkes, desert mamas; some arenas are downright frigid).
Again, Gilly's eyesight has shifted since yesterday. I cannot grasp if this is an improvement or a step back. He claims to see better, but his glasses are no longer right for him. I'm banking on him being correct; easier to fix glasses (although this cannot be a daily or weekly habit, so we may have to wait it out a bit). I guess his vision may continue to fluctuate over the next year or so, which is why Dr. Wise plans to see him monthly.
He found it hard to watch the game tonight. I wondered out loud about his plans for attending tomorrow's match (I abhor watching him suffer), but he answered affirmatively without the least bit of hesitation. What a trouper this man is.
He just entered the room asking if I remember where he put his old glasses. I directed him to the living room. He returned to report that they are much better than his new ones. So for the meantime, he seems content.
Again, I received the "very nice" rating for tonight's posting (from the subject himself), so I'll publish this post with 2 final words:
Shabbat Shalom
I never realized until yesterday that this small deed means so much to Gilly. I'm quite certain I know why, though; giving Yaron a ride was a favour he often did. He does not want his son to have any less than he had before. I will have to step into Gilly's kindhearted shoes for the meantime (although they're kind of large; I'm not so nice as he, to be honest. I figure Yaron's young and can take a bus, for goodness sake, especially on days when I do not have to be at Vanier for 9:00. But if it means so much to Gill, how can I refuse this guy with a huge heart and a tender spot for his offspring?)
Gilly enjoyed a leisurely lunch with Anita and Bernie today, catered by Snowdon Deli. It was yummy ( I nibbled on the leftovers while making dinner, so I can tell you first hand).
A few more rows of bricks adorn the wall (this time on the kitchen side), so production is still in motion.
Canucks tied last night, and lost 3 to 2 this evening. They're still in the running, so it's off to Ile Bizarre (spelling?) tomorrow afternoon. A new tournament is in the making, so Gittit and Sema may get a chilly reception on Monday evening (pack your gutkes, desert mamas; some arenas are downright frigid).
Again, Gilly's eyesight has shifted since yesterday. I cannot grasp if this is an improvement or a step back. He claims to see better, but his glasses are no longer right for him. I'm banking on him being correct; easier to fix glasses (although this cannot be a daily or weekly habit, so we may have to wait it out a bit). I guess his vision may continue to fluctuate over the next year or so, which is why Dr. Wise plans to see him monthly.
He found it hard to watch the game tonight. I wondered out loud about his plans for attending tomorrow's match (I abhor watching him suffer), but he answered affirmatively without the least bit of hesitation. What a trouper this man is.
He just entered the room asking if I remember where he put his old glasses. I directed him to the living room. He returned to report that they are much better than his new ones. So for the meantime, he seems content.
Again, I received the "very nice" rating for tonight's posting (from the subject himself), so I'll publish this post with 2 final words:
Shabbat Shalom
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