Peaceful Day in Still Listening to Spirit

  • June 15, 2014, 7:44 a.m.
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Today we put a halt to all activity other than to be around the house and rest.

Rest was definitely what I needed today. I woke up at 6am after 3 hour nap. I stayed up until around 9am. I couldn't keep my eyes open so by 10am I was back in bed (the futon) sleeping. I slept and woke off and on until 2pm. I woke up still groggy but ready to stay up to take care of Bill as much as he would let me.

While I was asleep, he went downstairs to gather up his electric beard clippers, a razor and a mirror. There was sunshine for about an hour, he told me, during which time he sat out on the deck and removed all the winter fuzz and fur from his face except for his moustache.

He is still drinking milk shakes, although he says he is just tired of them. He also ate a few bites of ham tonight and a small custard cup of cheesecake.

I am no more hungry than Bill is, nothing sounds good, so I have been eating whatever he leaves from the small meals and warm milkshakes before refilling the glass.

Bill's sister, Carol (also called Si--pronounced sigh--simon you see) has booked a flight from Boise Idaho to Juneau for Monday. She will arrive a bit after 8pm and with her Priceline booking she also booked at the Super 8 Motel where we will be staying. She has a return ticket for Thursday. I have written her and once again offered for her to come to Our Town and stay in my quilt trailer. It wouldn't take much for me to make room for her to stay there. It would give her privacy and separation yet access for as long as she wants.

She says she has duties and obligations back in Idaho and I certainly understand. besides, she may not want to spend too much time or intrude. bill is excited to see her after nearly 14 years and I am happy they will be able to get together.

I have filled out all paperwork to see if we qualify for any state medical assistance. Part of it was filled out by someone at the Clinic and includes our approval for sliding fee scale at the clinic and medical reports on recent visits that have led directly to where we are at this moment.

I got online today and paid for tickets on the Fairweather for Monday, departing at 11:30am. Got confirmation reservation number as well as a confirmation e-mail. So it appears we are set to go. Fare is $50 a person from here to Juneau so one way is $100 and return will be another $100 when we come back.

I pray for a smooth ride and a windless day. Waves and wind make the Fairweather the ferry we all call the "Vomit Comet" because it is tri or bi hulled and it doesn't take much in the way of waves to make the ride very uncomfortable for most. I have ridden before when they hand out barf bags before the ferry even leaves the dock and had no problem as long as I was in the front where there are lots of windows with airplane-like seats. Those with the vomit problem are urged to sit as far back in the boat as possible as it is a bit more stable.

Information no one needed but here it is....in my babbling.

I am mostly okay, not numb but just accepting of what is until we get more information. I am looking forward to the cruise up the canal, I enjoy the ferry ride so much. Bill going too will make it special because he never has liked the ferry, too slow, and likes to travel by air.

I am so very grateful for all we have, all we are, and that we have a plan to follow to find out more.

I need to go to the post office and market tomorrow. I can do that by bus.

I am still a bit burned up---a LOT burned up that my hourly rate for the paycheck Heath paid me was at $16 instead of $17.50. I am able to let this go and wipe it out of my mind when it appears. I have no time or energy for anger or resentment. I can accept what it is now and deal with whatever if and when I return to work there.

All in all, I am doing well. Or maybe not. I choose to go with doing well and competent and capable of packing, forgetting nothing important, and getting us to the next step in Juneau.

Blessed be!


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