I’m still in a funk about writing here, but just a quick update on the patient.
Since stopping the Keppra (anti-convulsant drug) last week, things are improving a lot for Paul. I had a feeling they would. He is still taking it much, much slower than he did before the concussion. He will chose one or two chores around here to accomplish each day and will do them early while it’s still not too hot, and then he will go up to his bed and “rest” until lunchtime.
After lunchtime he will maybe drive over to Marblehead to check on his boat or do a small errand. Then more rest until suppertime.
Usually around this time of year, he will have his boat hauled out in order to scrape and repair/repaint the bottom of the boat and do any other small repairs that are obvious. He knew instinctively that he wasn’t going to be able to do that job himself so he called his cousin Ralph, who owns a boatyard in M’head, and asked if they would haul out the boat this week and do the painting/repairs that he would have done. So that’s what’s happening with that.
He’s missed selling lobsters at the Farmers’ Market on Saturdays for 2 weekends now, and will probably also miss it this weekend, but maybe by next week he will be able to do it again. He might be able to get some “bugs” from some of his buddies who are lobstering now. Slowly, very slowly, he’s working his way back.
I have to say, I wanted him to retire! But he told me, in no uncertain terms, that to retire from lobstering would be death to him. He wouldn’t want to live if he couldn’t go out there on the boat. It’s just part of him, deep down in his psyche, to be on the ocean for part of his life.
He was saying the other day, when we were watching the evening news on TV, that he is so, so, SO glad that he never had to work in a stuffy office and battle the rush-hour traffic (that we see on aerial views on the news each night), and is just so thankful he’s been able to live his life the way that has been best for him. Making a livable living and having a wife and 2 dogs and house to support has been possible this way – nobody got rich but we have survived.
So that’s that. I wrote more than I’d planned.
Watching Wimbledon Tennis now… not too excited about it this year – the same old regulars are in contention in this second week – I really would like to see some new winners for a change – am sick of the usual suspects who already have what seems like billions in the bank by now. So I root for the underdogs! And get exasperated when they lose!
Here’s a photo I took of my little corner garden with the two bird baths… It’s not spiffed up because Paul hasn’t been able to do trim work out there… he did mow the inner lawn where the dogs go once but that just about did him in. Then he put in 2 plants that he’d bought at the farmers’ market and he bent down funny and pulled a muscle in his back! Ice pack and then heating pad for a day and now he’s a little better with that.
Bex & Co.
I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals…
They are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied… not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
~ [Walt Whitman, from “Leaves of Grass, No. 32”] ~