Photo Booth on the iPad is a lot of fun to play with and mom took these photos, one sent (left) to Doug and the other sent to Liz with a short note, "love you", typed out by mom.
It's starting to pour outside now as it approaches 11:30 p.m. and I hope Dancer is under the shed. She was yesterday when it poured cats and dogs in the afternoon as Nick Moretti waited for a friend to pick him up. It taps continuously on the roof in the TV room and the sound is not unpleasant but disconcerting because I wonder about Dancer.
Today is Doug's 56th birthday and we had a nice talk this early morning. He seemed at ease and it felt good to share with him on this day, his entrance onto this planet in Bridgeport Hospital in 1958. He was headed to work this morning and had a full day but his girls, Norma and Norma, planned a gathering this evening.
Had a strenuous Body Pump with Amy and an equally challenging Body Combat with Renee. Asking her afterward about a "zone" feeling during her workout, Renee said that she couldn't get too distracted from the routine because it requires focus but that the act of exercise made her a better person, a better mother and just made her feel great. I marvel at her concentration and the beauty of her execution and the verve of her fitness. On a different level and skill set, Juli, the PRN nurse for Hospice, came by for about the 3rd of 4th time and spent significant and meaningful time with Mom. She is so thorough and always has excellent suggestions after her history. She told me something remarkable about her interaction with dad -- I think she saw him just a few days before his passing -- and he made a confession to her about his own health state and how he missed the diagnosis and felt bad about it. She remembered telling him that we cannot diagnose ourselves, we are no good at it, we cover it up and cannot be honest about our condition. I found it an amazing declaration.
On a sad but necessary note, she mentioned the passing of her father about 5 weeks ago in the Compassion Wing of St. Francis Hospital. DE Hospice rents a floor dedicated to hospice care at St. Francis and that's where her 88-year-old father died after being there just a few days. I mentioned a touching obituary story of an individual on WBUR radio this morning where an 88-year-old cardiologist died. He'd gone into medicine to find out the cause of his mother's early death and went on to meeting his only girlfriend and wife for life -- they had 10 children -- and he'd take them on a vacation to the mountains and work as a doctor in a town that had had no doctor or medical care during this time. It was such a touching and wonderful story about a regular guy who led an extraordinary life and touched many with his dedication and skill.
Today is Doug's 56th birthday and we had a nice talk this early morning. He seemed at ease and it felt good to share with him on this day, his entrance onto this planet in Bridgeport Hospital in 1958. He was headed to work this morning and had a full day but his girls, Norma and Norma, planned a gathering this evening.
Had a strenuous Body Pump with Amy and an equally challenging Body Combat with Renee. Asking her afterward about a "zone" feeling during her workout, Renee said that she couldn't get too distracted from the routine because it requires focus but that the act of exercise made her a better person, a better mother and just made her feel great. I marvel at her concentration and the beauty of her execution and the verve of her fitness. On a different level and skill set, Juli, the PRN nurse for Hospice, came by for about the 3rd of 4th time and spent significant and meaningful time with Mom. She is so thorough and always has excellent suggestions after her history. She told me something remarkable about her interaction with dad -- I think she saw him just a few days before his passing -- and he made a confession to her about his own health state and how he missed the diagnosis and felt bad about it. She remembered telling him that we cannot diagnose ourselves, we are no good at it, we cover it up and cannot be honest about our condition. I found it an amazing declaration.
On a sad but necessary note, she mentioned the passing of her father about 5 weeks ago in the Compassion Wing of St. Francis Hospital. DE Hospice rents a floor dedicated to hospice care at St. Francis and that's where her 88-year-old father died after being there just a few days. I mentioned a touching obituary story of an individual on WBUR radio this morning where an 88-year-old cardiologist died. He'd gone into medicine to find out the cause of his mother's early death and went on to meeting his only girlfriend and wife for life -- they had 10 children -- and he'd take them on a vacation to the mountains and work as a doctor in a town that had had no doctor or medical care during this time. It was such a touching and wonderful story about a regular guy who led an extraordinary life and touched many with his dedication and skill.
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