The Sunday Times

Fatigue is beginning to take over. Jim slept off and on all day, with breaks to sweep up some leaves and go to the university library for a short visit. He was looking for Peter Carey's new book "Theft." He watched the film Pollock yesterday and it reminded him of Carey's latest novel which he read a few months ago. Alas, they did not find it but came home with a pile of art books about Pollock instead. These will keep Alex amused for the next few days. When they returned home Jim went directly to bed, where he has been ever since. It is now 7:15 PM and I think he is done for the night. Tomorrow morning we head up to the rad lab to begin  another week of treatment. Things are piling up on him as the radiation piles up. His blood pressure is still all over the map, but quite a bit lower than just a few days ago. His heart rate is high, however, and that is troublesome. We'll check with the doc tomorrow. He is having more trouble with the saliva issue, and will continue to do so until about two or three weeks post-treatment. This treatment is not for sissies.




As I mentioned last night, we went to the lovely wedding of friends' gorgeous daughter. Here she is with her equally gorgeous husband. Both of them are police officers; she into forensic investigation, he a plainclothes officer. They were surrounded by very loving and joyous friends and family, and a good time was had by all. The wedding was outside, and the weather cooperated beautifully. The ceremony was performed by her uncle from Vermont. Her aunt was present here from Cairo. Guests from near and far. Her parents, one Greek, one Italian were gracious and generous hosts. Caitlin used to babysit the bride!

And here are a couple of swell guests who were there to share in the festivities. Caitlin flies back to Bozeman tomorrow morning (where it is currently about 40º) and Alex will stay with us for another week. It will be such a treat to have her here to talk to and to help me care for Jim.

I can remember visiting with my mother and asking her to make old favorites for dinner. Things like baked split pea soup, bread pudding, meatloaf. So for these two lovely children I made an old childhood favorite for our dinner tonight. It turned out just as they remembered it and they helped themselves. It was a rich and succulent reminder of better days gone by. And which will come again I am sure.