You know, there are conversations that, pre-cancer, you cannot imagine yourself having. Tim and I met Mary downtown. We were going on a tour of the Historical Society. As we waited, Mary turned sideways and whispered, "Notice anything different about me?" My eyes popped a bit as it registered. "Nice boobs, Mary!" And she grinned big. The prosthetics make her feel better, you can tell. I'm happy as heck for her, but still, a year ago, I could not imagine noticing a woman's breasts, let alone complimenting her on them. She laughed when I told her that.
After the tour, Mary declined to join us, but we went out for dessert. I got blueberry crepes. Since it was so late, I drank chamomile tea.
Saturday, home renovations. Saturday night, we sprawled on the couch, tired but content. We watched a video. 'An Unfinished Life'. It was a pleasant movie. Had plenty of chuckles. Predictable, but a nice movie, with wonderful scenery.
Sunday, there was church, and then a plumbing disaster. A friend brought me flowers and visited for too short a time. I made out invitations for Stacey's homecoming party (she's on her way back from Korea, should be landing in Pittsburgh in about four hours). I went to bed and stretched out with a funny book while Tim talked to Mike on the phone.
Today I scrubbed down the bathroom. We're painting. I got the guest room ready, in case Stacey wants to stay here. I did the laundry. I did the ironing. I did the folding.
Tim's old boss called. We've never talked before. He said that the thing he always liked about Tim was the way that he talked about his wife. That was a sweet thing to hear.
Sounds boring as all get out, doesn't it?
Boring is good. I've missed boring.