Tessa had given Axel a surprise Father’s Day and Birthday gift: a ticket to the Beach Boys concert on Boston harbor – a trip down memory lane, even more so for him than for me. We were there with hundreds of other baby boomers, but also children and grandchildren of baby boomers – a truly intergenerational event.
Our memories of BB songs ran along separate lines – by the time we met the BB had faded into the background, so we had no ‘our song,’ as undoubtedly some of the other boomers had. Axel’s memories were Californian indeed while mine were of an entirely different Dutch variety. What did I know of surfing, little Deuce Coupes and California girls – half a world away?
This morning we went to MGH for Axel’s first post-op visit. We didn’t get to see the top doctor, he does the surgery – his assistants and fellows do the rest. We received the pictures of what the surgeon found inside Axel’s shoulder: a tear, a loose flap and arthritis; the first two were fixed, the latter was not, could not. The source of his acute pain prior to the operation was clear and has been mostly removed. The doctors considered his progress better than average and told him he can start physical therapy tomorrow and only keep the sling on for another two weeks. They also recommended he keep sleeping in the recliner for another 2 weeks. Things are looking up!
This evening we met our new neighbors. We like them. They are not going to tear down the house and build a McMansion. We are very grateful.
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