Thank you for a simple day, nursing Julian in a quiet house while Eloise lay on the couch drifting in and out of sleep. Not an unhappy invalid, she did not complain or cry or ask for favors. She just became very, very still. From morning until evening, barely a movement. Every once in awhile opening her eyes to see me there beside her, a smile slowly spreading across her face as she fell back into sleep.
Thank you for the opportunity to sneak off to my first yard sale this morning as a professional thrifter. The sale was right next to the post office, and I did have that rent check to mail... and Julian was very helpful, of course, trying to make me buy some ugly purses that were perfect for chewing on.
Thank you for Dido Ozzie who sat at our piano this evening, playing Ukrainian folk ballads in the minor key. For Orest singing, and a reason to dust off the accordion. For Andy, Orest and Bogdan sitting side by side on the couch, making jokes in Ukrainian. For Moses who was over-tired and cranky but came out of the bedroom nonetheless, and put his head on Dido’s shoulder as he read aloud.