It was a good weekend. Quiet of course, but overall good. Pretty peaceful except for a long, intense conversation with Owen about how hard it is to be hemmed in by so many forces both internal and external. We ended up talking some about Ernie's cancer and the weight of that on all of us. We often allude to it but we don't talk directly enough about it. Or maybe we do, but regardless it's good to have it forced on us all to openly acknowledge one in a while. Eventually, we reconvened, and watched a couple of really bad movies ate dinner, and laughed a lot.
Leo spent the weekend off on a train photo trip. We missed him. It's funny how different it seems when he's not here even though we aren't necessarily interacting all the time. He keeps reminding me that it will be like that all the time when he moves out and I remind him that he will be visiting me a lot more often than he thinks he will.
What else? Well, worked a bit, read a good bit, finished watching the Queen's Gambit, watched a few episodes of the Great British Menu and yearned for the days of My Kitchen Rules. Watched a little David Olney because it's good for my heart.
Did some lazy cooking. I gotta say, Ernie seasoned this chicken perfectly….basil, tarragon, thyme….I'm not sure what else.
Watched a bunch of police cars chase a car into our alley in the middle of the night…one guy ran, one guy they got.
Watched a Walter Salas-Humara live stream. I have to figure out how to get live streams onto my tv. Any advice?
The week to come? Ernie sees the podiatrist again because chemo has turned his feet into strange dinosaur-like creatures. I can't go with him for that one. I'm assuming I can still see the oncologist with him later in the week, although I know they're clamping down on visitors at Carle so we shall see. Regular work stuff and hmmmm….gotta think of something else to fit in there. Maybe just a drive in the country.
Oh, and write me if you want to do a secret Santa gift kind of thing. I know they're silly but I like silly.