Sylvia's Journal

Yesterday Joe and I started out again at a very early hour. Once again I was chauffeured to work. I could get used to that. Joe calls it ‘driving Miss Sylvia.’ I particularly like it on the way home when I can totally relax, nap a bit and then, if all the stars are lined up right, come home to a husband waiting with a drink and the perfect meal.

Last night that perfect meal was grilled squash (courgettes), grilled asparagus and salmon accompanied by a light summer wine overlooking Lobster Cove at full tide in the late afternoon sun. It was heavenly and worth every minute of the one hour commute each way, chauffeured or not.

Joe and I are making some progress, we think, on the model and positioning statement of the MSH center that has hired us, although we haven’t had that much input from the technical folks since they are all on the road. We are not too worried about that because we are distilling text and model from the, fairly raw, material from a retreat that was held earlier this year. We are building on that, not re-building from scratch. The model spontaneously turned into a key and a key hole; those sitting with us around the table liked it. We’ll see if it does anything for people who were not part of that conversation. The biggest handicap has been that we have not been able to have even one minute with the center’s chief and the deputy is now on vacation, so we are playing alone in the sandbox, without any supervision. It’s fun!

Axel spent another half day travelling to and fro for a half hour appointment at Spaulding’s Rehab in Boston. Three of those appointments a week eat up a considerable chunk of his time; and this is only the speech and occupational therapy. His dizzy spell in the car on Saturday has now been labeled as a vestibular disturbance that requires another therapeutic intervention. Tessa is trying to get Axel to do Kundalini yoga instead or at least start doing, on his own, one of five Tibetan rites. It certainly sounds better than going to rehab. However, what she demonstrated made me worry about finding Axel at the end of the the day crashed into the antique full length mirror in our bedroom. It requires circling 20 times with arms outstretched while keeping one’s eye firmly fixed on one’s index finger or something like that. It’s a nice idea but knowing about Axel’s pre-existing balance problems with this new dizziness on top of it all worries me a bit.