Sylvia's Journal

I am hobbling again, sometimes with two crutches, more and more with one and occasionally with none. Surgery was yesterday and went well. I arrived home about 6 hours after arriving at the hospital, 90 minutes of which I was in the OR.

I was greeted at home by MaryAnne’s lemon custard, a hefty tome about Joseph Kennedy, presumably to lighten my spirits, and a pot with blue hyacinths that created instant allergic attacks for Axel and Tessa. Axel had picked up the pain pills in the meantime and Tessa cooked my favorite Dutch meal, boerenkool met worst from their Polish neighborhood Deli.

Tessa and Steve moved most of their furniture to their new apartment but they are still with us as the building had not yet received its occupancy permit. There is still much missing, such as the parking garage and mail boxes, and the varnish on the hardwood floor had not hardened yet, leaving it all scratchy. Not a good entry to their new address. They are lucky in that they still have a place to stay with us. And we get to keep them a bit longer.