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Gilly and I could not imagine how Yaron would get all his paraphernalia into the Jeep along with me, Gilly, Liylah and all of our necessities, but he did. You all know what they say about ‘will.’ Gilly found the road trip physically grueling. Being jostled about is hard on his body.
When we arrived, the dog could not believe her good fortune. She ran like the wind, chasing the waves and greeting neighbours. We discovered she knows the dog paddle. All three of us derived tremendous pleasure in watching Liylah's release of energy as a result of her new found sense of freedom.
Gilly walked around the periphery of the house and appeared to find contentment in the surroundings; new, yet at the same time powerfully familiar. He couldn’t resist repairing the torn flag on the dock where 24 years ago we were wed.
Yaron went off to camp and Marvin and Sharon arrived soon after. The four of us (yes, you read right; even Gilly) ate dinner ravenously. There’s something about country air that does it every time.
Gilly’s vision started off on a good note this morning, in relative terms. He said, “I’m afraid to say much better.” I advised he not say anything at all; just take advantage of today’s gift. Mornings are much kinder to Gilly. We know this pattern well by now, and so it is not quite as frightening when his vision fluctuates to a more depressed state as the day transpires. My wish tonight is for Gilly to awaken to the magnificent beauty of the mountains reflected in the lake. Perhaps he’ll spot a loon on the lake as he used to, and draw it to our attention. I have never taken Laurentien scenery for granted, but my appreciation of it’s glory has deepened even more dramatically as a result of Gilly’s condition.
It’s 10:00 P.M., and my 2 companions are fast asleep after a full day of adventure. I am about to settle down for a cozy, cool night of good old country living.
When we arrived, the dog could not believe her good fortune. She ran like the wind, chasing the waves and greeting neighbours. We discovered she knows the dog paddle. All three of us derived tremendous pleasure in watching Liylah's release of energy as a result of her new found sense of freedom.
Gilly walked around the periphery of the house and appeared to find contentment in the surroundings; new, yet at the same time powerfully familiar. He couldn’t resist repairing the torn flag on the dock where 24 years ago we were wed.
Yaron went off to camp and Marvin and Sharon arrived soon after. The four of us (yes, you read right; even Gilly) ate dinner ravenously. There’s something about country air that does it every time.
Gilly’s vision started off on a good note this morning, in relative terms. He said, “I’m afraid to say much better.” I advised he not say anything at all; just take advantage of today’s gift. Mornings are much kinder to Gilly. We know this pattern well by now, and so it is not quite as frightening when his vision fluctuates to a more depressed state as the day transpires. My wish tonight is for Gilly to awaken to the magnificent beauty of the mountains reflected in the lake. Perhaps he’ll spot a loon on the lake as he used to, and draw it to our attention. I have never taken Laurentien scenery for granted, but my appreciation of it’s glory has deepened even more dramatically as a result of Gilly’s condition.
It’s 10:00 P.M., and my 2 companions are fast asleep after a full day of adventure. I am about to settle down for a cozy, cool night of good old country living.
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