George had a tough time getting to sleep – and staying that
way. I had some clearly weird dreams and
woke up a few times. By 6AM I just got
up and decided to get the laundry done and out of the way and let George try to
continue sleeping.
Then, throughout the morning, George kept dropping things
and he gets so frustrated with himself when he does that. It got to a point where I just told him to
just go sit and don’t move!
By early afternoon we were both a little testy. It is hard to find the balance
sometimes. When to say something, when
not to. At a time like this the last
thing you want to be is out of sorts with your spouse but because of all the
emotions going on it seems to just happen.
Then you feel bad that you acted out in some negative way. It’s tough sometimes.
This evening is our annual block party. Number eight.
This is the first one that I have not been in charge of, having handed
over the responsibility to a couple of other neighbors. There should be nearly thirty people coming
tonight, even if only for a short while.
We love our neighbors. This neighborhood has been such a blessing for
us. It is hard to believe we have been
here for nine years!
Although we see a few neighbors on and off during the year,
we often do not have time stop and really visit. This is our once-a-year event and most of us
look forward to it. Although we put an
end time of 9PM there are some years that we are out much later. It is nice to be on a street where we know
most of the people – at least at our end of “the block”. It is not that way in many areas not only in
San Jose but around the country.
So our night should end better than our morning. We are counting down with just three days to
go now – soon it will be just hours that we will be waiting. I cannot wait for this phase of the waiting
to be over. Waiting just drains me – and George as well. Especially when what we are waiting for is a
long surgery and some uncertainties as to what will happen in there. There’s too much “thinking” during this
waiting period. I am tired of waiting….
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