My darling Nar
I've returned from my brief visit to Sweden and it's been quite a harrowing few days. I last saw my dad in early December for his 80th and he looked quite well then, so it was a shock to see him now, only three months later. He'd lost so much weight, and was down to a mere 145 lbs to his 6'2". It's clear that he has been suffering a great deal more than he's let on in recent months.
Ultimately the surgery was a success, but he's still incredibly weak. The evening before I left I sat by his bedside, and he looked so small and fragile. I know he was very moved that I had come to see him and spend time with my mother. And I know I made the right decision; it wasn't always easy, my mother and I managed to drive each other crazy a few times, but I'm so glad I could be there.
Darcy (BlueJude) cleverly thought what was needed after all this was some light-hearted fun. So she's tagged me for a five things about me meme. This is my first time being tagged and it feels like a fun milestone, a reason to have a little celebration. Does this mean I'm finally a proper, real blogger..?
Here we go:
- I love getting up in the mornings, and feel almost always ridiculously happy about a brand new day. I like going for a walk while the rest of the world is slowly waking up. Everything seems full of promise and I find it impossible to hold on to any negative left-overs from the day before. In other words I'm a total nightmare for those who are not morning people
- I love the smell of coffee, but I don't like the taste very much and dislike the effects of it even more. It makes me feel all jittery and nervous. But I have been known to throw caution to the wind at times and have a decaf cappuccino - but only on special occasions you understand...
- In my opinion patience is an overrated virtue, although since I started meditating and focusing more on living in the moment, I'm learning to be calmer and less impatient
- I love cats, and our cat Nar shares my pillow with me every night, and with her body pressed against my head my whole brain vibrates with her incessant purring. It's the best therapy in the world
- I love travelling by train and if I was ridiculously wealthy I'd forgo the ubiquitous private jet in an instant for my own train. Not quite sure how it would work out from a practical point of view (after all there aren't that many intact, disused railway tracks around), but if the Queen of England can have her own Royal train I see no reason why this, or any other logistical problems, couldn't be sorted out