Happily exhausted. It’s been ever so long since Will and I had enjoyed a simcha weekend (blessed celebration) with lots of people we love (outside), many of whom we’ve not seen in years.
On Saturday, while wearing a mask and with my salt’n pepper hair, I had to introduce myself to many members of my dear friend, Jill’s family with whom we’d enjoyed celebrating Jewish holidays beginning when David and his best friend, Adam (both 45 years old) were babies. I really could have gone incognito, all day and evening.
Sunday, spent with Ravi, felt like another dream come true. In addition to playing for hours with her bestie, Uncle David, Ravi was surprised to see my classic book collection of the stories of Heidi. When Ravi asked me to tell her the story, she sat, eyes glued to mine, utterly rapt, while listening to seven year old Heidi’s trials, tribulations and kind-hearted adventures. Ravi’s only interruptions occurred to ask meaningful questions, being that she and Heidi are the same age. When I told my sweet grand daughter that I had the movie of Heidi (Shirley Temple version), she asked to see it, immediately. So, we’d cuddled on my bed (masked), where Ravi was so completely absorbed within the life of this remarkable little girl that she burst out crying when Aunt Didi stole Heidi from the Grandfather’s mountain hut, and then, Ravi burst into tears, again, when Fräulein Rottenmeier tried to sell Heidi to the Gypsies while we watched Heidi’s grandfather running despairingly through the streets calling out, “Heidi! Where are you! Heidi! Heidi!”
Needless to say, I’d comforted my tearful grand daughter within my protective embrace while she’d held onto me, ever so tightly, until she’d felt reassured to hear that Heidi and Grandfather would soon be reunited, and both would enjoy a greater sense of loving happiness than either had ever experienced before, suggesting, yet again—all’s well that ends well.
And in this way did our sensitive kind-hearted Ravi enjoy an emotion-filled afternoon at Gramma and Papa’s house (knowing that her beloved Uncle David planned to drive back to the West Coast, today). So when Steven walked through our front door, late Sunday afternoon, Ravi was very glad to hear her daddy say that she could continue to enjoy herself as they were not heading home for awhile.
It’s been quiet, today, which is just what I need, so that’s good, indeed. I’m so very tired that you might think the connection between my brain and my mouth blew a fuse, leaving my lips zipped with my tongue lying slack and utterly useless on the bottom of my lower jaw.🤐
At my age (and at this stage of my recovery from two bouts of chemo and three huge surgeries within a year’s time), my fatigue comes as no surprise—in fact, on day three. following two consecutive days of vibrant social interaction, I’m glad to know that my fingers, leaping all over my keyboard, are actually tapping the right letters, suggesting that the fuse connecting brain waves to finger tips is still intact. Haha😄
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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