Sunday, February 13, 2011

Air band, stamps, snow, and quiet - The beauty of good old friends

"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

So, have not posted in a while, but thought it was about time so folks know things have improved immensely from last chemo. The first week post chemo was not bad at all. Really, new meds and prospect of it all being over very very soon has helped immensely. I feel somewhat buoyed up now, at the doctor's visit Monday, and getting out of town for some R/R.

This weekend, we are in Ottawa without the kids - but with our friends. We are doing some serious relaxing and resting. Not even really leaving the house(s) much to explore the lovely fluffy flakes, the wonderland that is Ottawa right now. Great temperatures for getting outside. But no canal, no beaver tails, just peace and quiet, the most excitement is the occasional cardinal flitting through the beautiful trees we see through the vistas from the big bright windows, onto a lovely garden.

Sandra and Patrick have tended our souls so nicely - allowing for a lot of quietude. We are reading, chit-chatting, eating yummy things, and resting. Dinner on Friday was lovely - Risotto, yummy salad, soup - all super delish. Good old pals Joy and Andy importing their normal levels of fabulous energy, love, and humour. And a wicked good almond cake. With boozy whipped cream. Yum.

(Yes, you may note the increase in discussion of food, drinks, etc as it tastes like food to me now, and is a miracle for me to behold after some serious deprivation in this area).

Did same on Saturday at the house directly behind - the other reason we come to Ottawa, Chris and Sherry - with their lovely band of brothers. Stamp albums, and coin collections hauled out to review, “tradesies” discussed, and a review of all the family photos from the past year, trips, hockey games, school pictures. All needs tended too -
  • Steaks, to boost my anaemic iron levels
  • Cocktails to boost my “spirits”
  • Cupcakes to celebrate my upcoming birthday….awesome. With boiled icing, fluffy and light, with sprinkles.
  • A new pink hat, with fancy flowers, to keep my noodle warm

The addition of the Globe crossword (in pen, and with some cheating with apologies to the much more rule based crossword doing McPhail clan), and once dinner was over, retreat to the basement for some serious Air Band. But I think it doesn’t even count as Air Band - since we had drum set, real guitars, mikes and sound system…..and we were really singing…ok, making a lot of noise. Fleetwood Mac, Blondie, The Cars….classics from our youth. Mike and I are considering some new equipment for our own basement - it was seriously fun belting it out. Seriously. Letting the hair down - ha ha.

And now, a quiet day, a visit from Helen, my "Can-mate" [rooms 338-340, 3rd Grenvlle Women's Residence, Carleton University 1986] - we neither feeling we are looking much different. Except she still has hair. One concussed child, a trip to Bulk Barn for red icing for Valentines, stopping in on an old friend with cancer, a normal day for so many people right?!  But Helen is Helen. Takng it in stride.  As we all seem to do these days.

Time to be still. Relax. Read. Rest. Chat.The quietude of friendship.

 As good old George Washington said  "True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation."


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