Good news! Sylvia wasn’t getting sick, she felt fine today!
She has barn chores this week. In the morning they lost the cows. They couldn’t find them anywhere. Eventually they found them in the farm manager’s back yard. In the afternoon they were joking about the cows being getting out again, but when they went out THEY WERE OUT AGAIN! At least the second time they hadn’t gone very far.
She did some yoga today.
She told Aaron how to say raccoon in Spanish.
She finished listening to The Fault in Our Stars for the second time.
She and Aaron talked about the Green Glass Sea, which Sylvia just finished reading and Aaron listened to on audio. They were cute talking about what they each liked about it.
I think I forgot to say that at the Harvest Festival Sylvia will be working the Market Place in the morning and the Petting Zoo in the afternoon.
She sounded tired. I think she’s still adjusting to getting less sleep than she did at home.
4 days till we see her (Sylvia says we don’t count today or Saturday).
Um, I guess I did! Though really, I was just trying to follow you—have no idea how this works—don’t even know how to get to my “own” Tumblr …
I guess I need to come to Boston and help you figure it out!
I only talked to Sylvia a little, because she called while I was in the security line at the airport and then when she called back she only had a few minutes before study hall.
The camping trip was fun, though I guess it rained pretty hard at night and all her equipment is wet.
They saw the glacier groves and the “mandatory” quarry. She also said they had a lot of free time and she whittled.
She finished her book club book, hallelujah.
She wasn’t feeling great and I’m not sure if she was worn out or coming down with something.
I cannot wait to see her in a few days.
I’m really glad to be home.
My mom’s still in the hospital, probably for a few days more, but the immediate health issues seem to be on the mend. The future still has some decisions, but that’s the future’s problem.
Thanks for all your kind words. I really appreciate it.
As a sign that things are any worse with my mom today than they were yesterday, but, seriously, fuck everything.
My (step) dad and I drank margaritas and then he told me he had a lot to be thankful to my mom for, but the biggest one was letting him help raise me, so if you need me you’d better bring a canoe because that’s the only way you’ll make it past my salty tears.
Depending on which doctor we talk to, my mom is fine, she just needs to rest and go home or she’s walking a very fine line between not having pancreatic cancer and having it. One set of doctors would like her to get a little stronger and then do a pretty big surgery to get rid of the threat, and one doctor just thinks she needs to watch it.
All in all