Something like rest

I thought I would get laundry done today, but I'm still too shaky. I got a good walk in, and finally set up voicemail on my "dummy" phone.

I'm trying to think outside the box with the shattered remnants of my brain. My next doctor appointment is in February, and I expect to be in an intensive 2-month program for March and April. I do need a reasonable place to land, although there's no knowing if I'll get a permanent home here.

A package arrived for me up north, forwarded from my mailing address in Massachusetts: a present, several cards, and one or two letters. J, with controlled pain, asked where he should send it all. At this affirmation of distance, I broke down in tears. Once I could speak, I asked him to hold it until I got back. He said, "I like that."

This forced separation is for the birds, but I'm certain he is fine without me, and that I can't go back yet.

We went to a great deal of trouble to find a nice place to be, and it was far better than we dared to hope for. My feelings at being driven from it are beyond words.

All right, so it's a little idealized here...

His brother made it into town last night... but then J's car broke down at the airport, and he was improperly ticketed... Fortunately, he has AAA Plus and got towed most of the way home for free, and could afford the rest of the trip to the shop. The kindly, dog-loving, competent woman tow truck driver got the car safely stashed and took them all safely home afterwards. How cool is that?

Tow truck drivers can be really cool.

He's enjoying the visit, though it's bittersweet. He says it might be for the last time; this brother does not take care of himself, and his next trip will be to go stay with his daughter in another state, where he can get checked out by a whole stable of medicos.

Mortality sucks.

I've noticed, though, that J's voice is stronger and brighter and deeper (a delicious combination!) so I think it's doing him a ton of good to have someone around who reminds him of being the capable older brother. He was in the upper third of a brood of 9, and it seems he had a real gift for getting things done and making everyone like it… As long as there was an element of mischief involved.

Surprised? :-) I'm certainly not. He has the gift of getting others to play. He thinks he's a lone wolf, but wolves choose their leaders according to who can get everyone to play well together...

There are so many layers of person there, that, even at this distance, and under this strain, he continues to unfold in my eyes. I don't know what the future holds, but I believe he's in it somehow.