Central Park has become my haven. Just two long blocks from home, and it spreads its arms.
-A Westsider butterfly showing the way.
-A family outing that includes two grey parrots, one on each shoulder of the mother. A chat at the park café revealed that one is named Dorian and the other Doreena.
-Many running styles in the finishing loop of the Triathalon and the winners coming in to the sounds of a band and the cheers of onlookers.
-Cheers as ardent and joyful for those finishing hours later, just as much winners.
-The pride of poodles in smallest, small, medium and large from blond to black looking ooh la la, oh so French.
-Grey Gardens, a real wonder that I had wanted to see but put off, proved that I could stay up until midnight!
-Tomorrow round 2 of chemo will keep me out of crowds for recovery time in rest mode.
I have wonderful reading for my spirit, intellect, and funny bones. I have wonderful listening on podcasts and discs.
Blankets, blocks, straps, and bolsters are here so I can practice.
Smiles and tears of joy in reading your messages and poetry and being able to keep up with your lives through what you are writing on the blog and in notes. Thank you all for giving me the quiet I have needed while at the same time we are staying in touch.
More friends than even I with large imagination could have envisioned.
I am content.