There's a strange feeling of limbo, or timelessness, when spending time with someone after surgery. Ernie's still in a fair amount of pain, trying to take just enough pain medication to dull it without completely knocking himself out. It means he drifts in and out of a light sleep. I'm in the other room reading. I check on him periodically but mostly I sit here with the faint sound of the tv floating into the room. The fact that he's watching a Buster Keaton movie and so it's the soundtrack to a silent movie that I hear makes it all the harder to feel as though I'm in my regular life.
Today, perhaps I'll drag him out with me when I go to pick up our vegetables. I need to get Owen to work after school, Leo and his physics project home safely and over to Sue's to check on the cats. Somehow I have no other goals for this week. I've checked in on my work email and am now content to sit and read a mystery set in Eastport, Maine and sip iced tea.
Last night the boys were up late with Owen helping Leo with his Physics project. After we went to bed they headed out to the garage and dug out a drill that Leo said, "had to be from the 40's." I looked at everything spread over the kitchen peninsula this morning and just smiled. I didn't even nag them about not putting it away. They both spend plenty of time in their own rooms with the doors shut. It seems the doors open and they go back and forth only after we are in bed. I'm always happy if I get up to go to the bathroom and find the hall light on and both doors open. I don't bother them but just creep back to bed quietly.
That's enough random thoughts....back to Eastport I go....
reading about Eastport made me miss Maine...here's a shot of the blueberry barrens near Cherryfield, taken only last year...seems much longer ago....