The Paris of Ohio
So here I am in Cleveland, it just feels like a brief 12 hours ago I was in Portland. Gee... I took a photo of Mt. Hood at sunrise.
I traveled via Minneapolis, Gerry did NOT rush to the airport for a romantic clinch before I got on my connecting flight. Obviously the magic is gone.
It's probably just as well, I hadn't looked in a mirror since I got up at 5:30 PT. And I'm not quite myself today.
It must be because I didn't have the exceptional OATMEAL breakfast this morning that I had yesterday at Carol's Corner Cafe in Vancouver, at 78th and St. Johns.
And that exceptional breakfast is probably why I felt like I did so well at Unraveled Fine Yarns in Vancouver last night! I gave a little talk, made some women knit "funny" and ended by making a few of them cry. A job well done.
Lisa, the owner of the shop, is such a wonderful person. I met her last year in France, and she's just such a kind, fair and downright decent person. I love visiting her. You should stop in and ask her to do her funky chicken...
I was so bushed last night, though, when I finished. Lisa VERY kindly saw that, and insisted that I go back to my hotel and rest. Which I did. I love bed.
Jan
As soon as I woke I had an email, followed by a call from my cousin, Jan.
Things are looking bad - another tumor is rearing its ugly head in her leg, and there are concerns that the cancer's moved to her brain (vertigo, etc.) She said that her doctor told her, "This cancer's growing faster than I can keep on top of it..."
We talked, we cried, I made her laugh and she called me a fart. Good times.
It was a bit of a relief that I was traveling today, I guess. I could be disconnected, not deal with folks, just absorb the news that [of course] I knew was coming.
Hospice is being discussed. I asked her if she wanted me to come down immediately, but she'd rather I wait a little and get done right now what needs to be done (classes, Knitting Daily appearance, etc.)
And next week - bonjour!
Either Paris is happening at the perfect time, or the worst time. Or both. Here's something my friend sent me to consider for us to do with the girls on the trip - sounds perfect!
Now I'm going to eat my burger and sleep until I have to get up and look halfway decent tomorrow. Heaven help me.
I traveled via Minneapolis, Gerry did NOT rush to the airport for a romantic clinch before I got on my connecting flight. Obviously the magic is gone.
It's probably just as well, I hadn't looked in a mirror since I got up at 5:30 PT. And I'm not quite myself today.It must be because I didn't have the exceptional OATMEAL breakfast this morning that I had yesterday at Carol's Corner Cafe in Vancouver, at 78th and St. Johns.
And that exceptional breakfast is probably why I felt like I did so well at Unraveled Fine Yarns in Vancouver last night! I gave a little talk, made some women knit "funny" and ended by making a few of them cry. A job well done.
Lisa, the owner of the shop, is such a wonderful person. I met her last year in France, and she's just such a kind, fair and downright decent person. I love visiting her. You should stop in and ask her to do her funky chicken...I was so bushed last night, though, when I finished. Lisa VERY kindly saw that, and insisted that I go back to my hotel and rest. Which I did. I love bed.
Jan
As soon as I woke I had an email, followed by a call from my cousin, Jan.
Things are looking bad - another tumor is rearing its ugly head in her leg, and there are concerns that the cancer's moved to her brain (vertigo, etc.) She said that her doctor told her, "This cancer's growing faster than I can keep on top of it..."
We talked, we cried, I made her laugh and she called me a fart. Good times.
It was a bit of a relief that I was traveling today, I guess. I could be disconnected, not deal with folks, just absorb the news that [of course] I knew was coming.
Hospice is being discussed. I asked her if she wanted me to come down immediately, but she'd rather I wait a little and get done right now what needs to be done (classes, Knitting Daily appearance, etc.)
And next week - bonjour!
Either Paris is happening at the perfect time, or the worst time. Or both. Here's something my friend sent me to consider for us to do with the girls on the trip - sounds perfect!
Now I'm going to eat my burger and sleep until I have to get up and look halfway decent tomorrow. Heaven help me.
Feed me, baby!
6 Comments:
I really enjoyed meeting you at Unraveled last night. Even through the fog of a bad cold it was a wonderful evening. I love the picture of breakfast at Carol's. I've lived here most of my life and never eaten there but I have seen the long lines many times. I'll have to try it now.
Thank you for such a great evening. Can't wait to start the book.
Rebecca
Hugs.
More hugs ... and a few random thoughts ...your trip with Hannah is a superb thing for a Mother and daughter to do before serious adolescence hits ... if it would help I would offer to go to WV to help cousin Jan ... oms are heading your way ...cousin Jan knows you love her dearly ... so you have done all you need to do ... if that makes sense .. I hope these thoughts help
Sigh, with a side of heartbreak. Hugs to you and your cousin.
I saw an amazing PBS gardening program on "woad" grown in, I think, Toulouse. It is an ancient plant and makes the most
bee-u-tee-ful blue dyed textiles. Definitely worth a visit for a fiber groupie!
I saw a cool PBS gardening program a while back on "woad." Grown in Toulouse I think. The plant makes the most bee-u-tee-ful blue dyed textiles. Worth the trip for a fiber groupie.
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