Sylvia's Journal

Sita came back from a weekend in Goshen and on her way back stopped in Gardner. A souvenir hunter she is. She brought back two small pieces from the plane: one from the windshield and one from de fuselage. She described the scene and how landing in any other spot would probably have been fatal. Then, Antony from Azerbaijan sent me a link to a BBC report of a light airplane crash in Britain where all four passengers died because the plane could not get enough lift, brushed the top of trees and came down and exploded. So, here is how bad luck changes into good luck.

More abundance coming our/my way yesterday: Fatou found us after having lost track for many years and then found us in this state! She works at Salem hospital and lost no time in checking us out and cheering us on. Fatou, in my mind, is associated with Senegalese hospitality and large quantities for African food. She will be keeping an eye on Axel and is plotting something that involves food and lots of people.

Mary Wright showed up as the day nurse giving Tessa a chance to see her dad. She handed over my care to Lynndsie after lunch while I was taking a long post lunch nap, so I never said goodbye and thank you, so here they are. Lynndsie brought more meals and we spent a glorious late afternoon that felt like fall together until Sita came back. Earlier Diane Neal Emmons with her husband Curtis Prout showed up and we explored the pros and cons of sleeping upstairs and downstairs. We are starting to research a lift that could ferry me and Axel up and down the stairs. It is appealing to be able to return to our regular bedroom when Axel comes home: at least some sense of normalcy.

Martin Ray from North Shore Friends Meetings showed up with some scones and we nibbled on those while sitting by the cove. Martin had not realized that the photos that Sita has been posting are not under the Photo tab but in her Flickr account. The link to her account is in the Links section.

I was so rested that I was able to stay up and watch Sherlock Holmes and for the first time asked for and enjoyed a plate with deserts: fruit (the remainder of the extraordinary edible bouquet), whipped cream and chocolate. All this while Sita and Tessa were describing the suspicious contents of the many small drawers in the barn/studio/Axel’s office and concluded that Mr. Cabot (the owner of our house pre 1950) was a particular kind of (mad?) scientist, and let their imagination run away with them, as they can do so well. I had to press a pillow hard on my belly to keep the laughing from hurting too much.

Sita was working on the calendar last night and I noticed she posted a link in the journal to test out. Please try and let her know what is working and what is not. Thanks for the continuing flow of cards and flowers, prayers, Reiki vibes and all that. We are indeed getting better each day. Tessa says Axel is no longer shuffling but really walking now. Joan is walking with a cane and I can take a shower on my own. We have already come a long way from that Monday three weeks ago!

Cheers,
Sylvia