Sylvia's Journal

It was a ten plus summer day, no wind with clear blue skies that made me regret I had not planned to fly to the Vineyard as conditions were ideal for my first long cross country solo since last July. May be tomorrow.

Axel went to Boston for his speech therapy and was picked up by cousin Nancy on his return to go food shopping for the Magnuson reunion on Saturday that we will mostly miss because of the funeral in Atlanta. Our daughters will represent us for the full afternoon.

Coated with sweat and dirt from project number three I washed everything off with a swim in the cove, followed by a bike ride to the physical therapist who concluded that all is not well with my sacroiliac joints, a compression and an inflammation which may explain the pains I have each time I get up from a seated position. “It feels boggy down there,” she said and recommended ice packs and another set of exercises. The long walks in Maine are also coming to haunt me and by the end of the day I walked like an invalid.

Tessa returned back from an interview for an internship with an organization that sometimes competes and sometimes collaborates with MSH and was offered a paying internship on the spot with a title that will look nice on her still very barebones resume. She was very excited and will start to work right away on her first assignment: putting a photo database in order for graphic designers to use. I am very proud of her and know they made a good decision to hire her. Unfortunately I cannot follow what she will be doing because of the sometimes competitive nature of our two organizations.

Steve and Tessa’s friend Roy (who, together with Steve, made the mini ramp into my sick room last July) arrived with girl friend Rose for dinner. They are in the area because of a wedding. This was the occasion for Tessa to cash in her share of the spa gift certificates that Ellie gave the three of us last summer. I would have accompanied her to get my nails done too if I hadn’t sliced my finger on a clam a few days ago. My trip to the nail spa will have to wait until the fingertip has healed and when I too have an occasion for painted nails. Maybe I will do that with Sita who also still has her gift certificate. After dinner we talked a reluctant Tessa into modeling her top two choices for the wedding event and helped her make up her mind: brown dress and matching shoes. Axel and I (as parents do) thought she looked stunning.