Eli gained one pound in two days! When I gain one pound in two days – which happens easily – I keep it to myself. But the little mutt’s weight gain is the biggest news around. It’s just after 8.30 p.m. Monday, so he is exactly one week old. Happy birthday, fatso.
My God, a week gone already – where? Today is the first day of the rest of my life, as a grandmother with short greying hair. At yoga this morning, I thought about my last post, how afraid this new vulnerability and love make me feel. And I decided not to feel afraid any more. It’s silly to anticipate and fear disaster; God knows, it comes anyway, whether we fear it or not. So better to cherish what’s good now and march fearlessly into the future.
Easy to say. I touch wood on a regular basis. One of my oldest friends has a Syrian partner who has lived here for years, but his family is still in Syria; every day, looking at the news is agony for him. For lucky me, now, when I see Stephen Harper’s face, I immediately turn and look at my screensaver, which is a wonderful picture of my grandson looking right at me. Reminding me of what’s good and warm and true.
Yes, had time to read the papers today, to take a yoga class, to clean up the mess. To welcome old friend Shari Ulrich for lunch. Shari is here on tour with her daughter and another talented young musician; they’re playing at Lazy Daisy’s at 1515 Gerrard Street East tomorrow at 7. Between them they play tons of instruments, and the harmonies are exquisite. Highly recommended. Beautiful music from a beautiful woman.
As for this old bag – now that the boy has gained one pound in two days, she can get on with her life.