My Dunany Demons did it again! I drove home through pouring rain last night, until I turned onto our bush road. Then the rain became snow…fat, wet flakes that piled up throughout the night and created a stunning view from my windows (and no – I’m not going to go on and on about it, LOL!).I heard the sand truck roar by in the wee hours of the morning; a necessity, because getting up the hill out front would be a tricky business for early-bird commuters.
Yesterday I had a rare lunch with my friend, Kilroy. We were both pressed for time, and I’m sure neither of us said all that we had to say. After having spent a couple of years chatting to each other every weekday, sharing numerous cups of tea, we are now limited to e-mail, blogging and the occasional lunch to keep each other up to date. On my return to the office, the girls remarked that I am always smiling when I come back from time spent with him. It’s true. Even if we happen to speak of sad things, there is something about my friend that puts a spring into my step. His distinguished, yet warm, manner brings to mind the gallantry of days gone by. He is a true gentleman; a little bit rogue, a huge dose of sincere, and certainly a stalwart example of strength, intelligence, and compassion. Although I have never met his sons, from his conversation I can tell that they are chips off the block and, presumably, the grandsons will be the same. In today’s society, where ‘high-steppin’, high-faultin’ tricksters and schemers are the norm, it is nice to know that we still have solid, dependable people out there. The best I could wish for anyone would be that they have a friend such as Kilroy. I expect he’s blushing as he reads this, which is why I didn’t tell him while sitting in the restaurant, LOL! A huge hug to you, my friend – you made my day!
The hospital called my brother yesterday, and we have three appointments in December. The 15th, for the biopsy, the 20th for the MRI, and now the 28th, where we get the results. In spite of his morale being low, he knew there was a hockey game on TV last night, so thoughtfully waited until it was over before he contacted me. It was too late to go and keep him company, but we stayed on the phone for a bit, and at least he was laughing by the time we both hung up. Dealing with illness is never easy, but a sense of humour lightens the load somehow. Thankfully, my bro has not lost his, and never fails to use it, even when the going gets rough.
My son saw his specialist yesterday too, and they have decided to ‘wait and see’, because of his age, it seems. He will slowly start adding fibre to his diet, and at the first sign of discomfort, he is to go immediately to the hospital. I don’t like it, but will need to obtain more information before getting on my son’s case. Which I will do, with a vengeance, if what I learn is contrary to what they have told him.
And that’s it for today, folks. It’s time to brave the traffic and go make a dollar or two. Hoping you all have a good day, and sending you a huge SMILE to help you on your way. (A poem? Ah well, the words rhyme, even if the beat is all wrong, LOL!)
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
