Barry, Will and I enjoyed a deeply impactful time, all around, in that our love and admiration for one another was expressed, conversationally, so naturally that though tears and laughter intermingled, intermittently, our connection to clarity was absorbed by all three. Not once was said—I can’t find words to express what I feel.
During out love-in, Barry made it clear that we were not saying goodbye; however, I know that possibility had crossed each of our minds. In fact, once Barry was headed back to CA, I believe an Ativan saved me from experiencing a full blown melt down by way of releasing emotion in a slo-mo manner. At any rate, we three treasured our time, together, Wed.-Sat., and after our heartfelt leave-taking, separated by glass, I found my bed, closed my eyes and napped most of the day away aided by that Ativan, which lightened my mood from wandering into the dark side, lurking deep inside my mind ...
Though we were all bummed that Steven and Ravi could not see Barry, being that Steven is the safest person to drive us to the airport in less than a week’s time, so he is quarantining very seriously, and coupled with that fact is the reality that Barry never knows what may be brought home when Tony and Ray return from their Dad’s house, where no precautionary measures concerning Covid are taken, whatsoever, suggesting sound reason for all of us taking every safety measure into consideration during the brevity of our eldest son’s visit.
As for David, he’s not left his apartment in LA for these past nine days, and now that he’s tested negative for Covid, our youngest son is readying himself to drive here on Thursday to help us organize everything that needs packing for a month of quarantining in Texas, and along with his loving presence, his help will be deeply appreciated, being that my head swims with thoughts of everything we three will need to have on hand in case hoarding becomes an issue in Houston, where lock down, based in Covid spiking, may be mandated at any time. Whew!
And taking our need to quarantine in Texas, seriously, Barry and Steven continue to brainstorm via FaceTime as they plan to order and overnight a box of supplies (inclusive of the new gold standard—toilet paper). When our sons were boys, I consciously guided each one to set a high value on thoroughness, and during this trying time, their absorption of that concept frees my mind to float on trust, which has layered up amongst us, over all these years.
Tonight, Will and I will enjoy Adrienne’s generosity, yet again, as our dear friend assumes the role of Good Food Fairy, which sees her husband’s appreciation of grilled skirt steaks matching our own. As for now, I’ll see what Will’s been up to while I’ve been reading, writing and napping the day away—
Annie🌈🌻
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