Sleeping beauty

This picture does not accurately capture how handsome my longest standing boyfriend (as Susie puts it) really is, but I thought you might want to catch a glimpse of the main Blog character, his best hundt, our lush, overgrown grass and our over ripe lilacs. We enjoyed blue skies on this warm sunny day (which was 2 days ago, actually. The Blog would not accept this picture until this evening, for some unknown reason. No room in cyberspace?). Gilly dressed for cold weather, as he often does these days.

Today I noticed the opening of our first iris. I'll try to capture it on film tomorrow.

11:00 A.M. Not a creature was stirring, except me, tapping away on the keys, writing reports, and reports.... I glanced at te clock in surprise as the phone rang. I couldn’t believe the time. Sema and George were shocked to hear that Gilly had not yet awakened. “He’s still breathing,” I promised. “I did the mirror check.” I was only kidding, of course, but as soon as I hung up I went to investigate. There he was, smiling as he stretched.

He obviously needs his sleep, and thank goodness it comes easily. The only problem lies in my instructions for the timing between meds. How can I spread out the pills throughout the day when he wakes up so late? The extra hour of sleep threw me off kilter, but I caught my step and bumped everything up a tad. The question remains; can I stay up late enough for the final dose?

After a late breakfast, I continued to plug away at my work while Gilly relaxed in his chair. This afternoon, I had to go to work to exchange materials, and so I assigned vacuuming Liylah’s hair to Yaron (who’s off of work now until camp) before heading for the shower. Much to my dismay, he pointed out that the vacuum cleaner wasn’t functioning. We tried all sorts of outlets, but to no avail. I thought, “Great. The family is coming to dinner and we will be knee deep in hair by then.” I remembered that we had another small vacuum downstairs, so I sent Yaron downstairs with the broken one, and had him bring up the other. By the time I got out of the shower, Gilly had repaired the loose wire, and we were back in business. I felt a rush of relief. He still has it in him! I purposefully had not dared ask him to fix it, but he took matters into his own hands and presto, he worked his magic. This may not seem like much, but to us, it was a joyous event. Now and again, his temporarily hidden talents surface, and when they do, it sends a wave of pleasure through our souls. Yaron and I shared a smile as Gilly explained what the problem was.

Due to the vacuum caper, I was running late (it’s not that I’m last minute Charlie, but I do have a lot on my plate these days). I zipped to Vanier, ran around in my thongs to gather my tools for a weekend of work (bad fashion choice; hard to dash about in flip flops), lugged about 5 enormously heavy binders to my car (pumped up on adrenalin, which is how I managed to do it all in one trip), and hightailed it home to cart Gilly off to radiation. We arrived at the appointed time without a second to spare, only to wait ½ hour while they located Gilly’s misplaced chart. Oh, if only I had known…I could have made 2 trips to my car instead. Remind me 2 days from now why my shoulders, arms and back muscles are hurting!

We enjoyed a delicious Shabbat dinner minus the Melling Blauers (we have to share them sometimes, unfortunately). Gilly showed me how to prepare his seven minutes potatoes (which I have modified to what I like to call ‘roots medley’) and greeted the guests as they arrived. He went down for a rest until the food hit the table, and then rejoined us for supper. He remained upstairs for a good length of time before retiring for the evening. Shabbat dinners at home provide a comfortable balance between rest in a cozy spot and warm, pleasant human contact with loved ones.

Our weekend is chock full of events to look forward to; visiting and celebrating with special friends and family from near and far.