August 28, 2017
So if you're tired of the same old story
Oh baby, turn some pages
I will be here when you are ready
To roll with the changes, baby,
Roll with the changes,
Ah you know you know you know you got to
Oh yeah
(Keep on rollin'), oooh roll with the changes
Keep on rollin' (keep on rollin' keep on rollin')
Oh now roll with the changes oh baby
Oh you got to learn to roll with the changes
Got to, got to, got to, got to keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin', got to learn to, got to learn to,
Got to learn to roll
Keep on rollin', keep on rollin', oooh
Keep on rollin', keep on rollin', oooh
Keep on rollin', keep on rollin', oooh
Keep on rollin', keep on rollin', oooh, aah
Ok, so my life feels like an REO Speedwagon song. Just have to accept it and maybe I will just create a loop of that paragraph that will play every morning when I get up. Might even have to change my ringtone from London Calling- I think the Clash would forgive me...
Sorry all for the radio silence- been a very quiet and stable few days. In our world that's actually very exiting. No news is good news is not a bad mantra.
We have been out of ICU and in a regular room for the past few days. All the rooms are doubles, and the first room we were not window side, so a bit dark and people were always coming and going though us to get to her roomie- can't be avoided really, but still no fun. Abby Trotter Grant felt well enough so we took a walk around the floor the second day here, and this guys comes out from behind the nurses station and says to me "you look familiar" and I said "yes, you do too". Long story short- we had met a few times at our good mutual friend Julie Rainer Cummings house before. Such a nice guy- and then he said "anything I can help you with" and we half jokingly said "how about a window room haha". Well, sure enough later that day Abby had a beautiful view of the Charles; I'd say a multi-million dollar view if you were in the market and buying. So thank you Juan Carlos- very kind and again, someone who has made our lives a little nicer and brighter.
There's a rumor flying around that we are actually going home this afternoon; latest tomorrow, but I think late today. We have mixed feelings about it- want to go but the comfy security of the hospital and it's warm embrace and attention are hard to replicate at home. Plus the fear of bleeding is omnipresent, but I guess the comparison is maybe you've had a heart attack and been in the hospital... no guarantee it won't happen again out there in the real world. Small solace but solace nonetheless.
Still so many variables, moving parts and pieces and littler pieces and minutiae to deal with, in addition to the BIG PICTURE that I'd equate to the sun ( though maybe not so light-producing), and everything else is stuck in orbit around it, with the occasional meteor bouncing off or colliding and wreaking temporary havoc just in case you forget where you are in the BIG PICTURE scheme of things.
So right now, Monday afternoon we are a bit in limbo land; waiting to find out if we go home or stay another day. My guess is home, along with the rest of rush hour traffic since it's now almost 4pm. Wish I could pop a siren on top of the car, but hey, at least we are going home, and there's a lot of people here who are not.
I've also been wondering a bit; if I had a crystal ball, would I use it or want to know what our lives would look like in 3 months, 6 months, a year? One of the hardest parts is not knowing what's going to happen, or not happen as the case may be. In some ways, really not that different than daily life as we used to know it; predictable, until it's not. So, back to the crystal ball question: I'm going to say no, I don't think I'd want to know the future, even if our lives were just boring, plain 'ol vanilla lives, Madagascar vanilla if you would. But I had Bourbon vanilla once- really qdifferent, more hearty, richer and creamier. And believe me, I'm no ice cream expert of aficionado- I'm not a sweets guy- prefer the salty stuff.
Just saying there are a lot of variables in vanilla and I guess in a vanilla life. And our lives were definitely not vanilla to begin with so whatever the ice cream man dishes out to us, we will make the most of it. And being a native Bostonian, I'll take mi e with jimmies.
Love to you all out there.
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