Jumping in the Water

same lake, different season

You can tell they're siblings just by looking at them. They may seem different as all get out, but don't let that fool you. Each has a left leg that kind of wings out when s/he runs, long legs, and a lean figure (not just from enduring over a year of treatments). And when Wayne says, "I just love jumping into the water from a boat," I know it runs deeper than whatever physical characteristics they may share. So, while they may be different in so many ways, there is a common pulse there.

Last week was a full week. Horseback riding, biking, sailing, traveling, eating out. It was great to share these with Wayne and Debi, and even better that Carol was in her third week. This week is the beginning of the next cycle. There's a little comfort that she will have an extra week of rest this time, to allow her to experience the Art Hop when she's feeling relatively well this year.

A special thanks to everyone from the 100 on 100 team -- we were with you in spirit last weekend!

The Dash Between

Yesterday, on her first Saturday after treatment, Carol said one of her two goals for the day was to go out on a little bike ride. I asked if she thought that might be a little ambitious, if lying on a tube on the lake might be a more suitable first weekend goal, but she just responded that that sounded good, too, so could we do that as well? So we went for a bike ride and later, after a little recovery time, went to the lake.

I should know by now what a sucker I am. But who could resist her as she's biking up a hill, saying, "I am so nauseous right now, and my legs are like jelly," and just wants to keep going?

We had just a beautiful visit with Eliza last week, made even more special by cake and sailing. Thanks, Vicki and Carol L., for making these events so wonderful. Who would have thought that I, landlubber that I am, would say that something would be made more special by sailing? There is always something new in the world.

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                                          And you, who are as old as I am,

                                          I love as I loved you young,

                                          except that old, I am astonished

                                          at such possibility, and am duly grateful.

                                                       -- Wendell Berry