Wednesday dawned quite bright and cool. It was a lovely morning for a forest walk with our friends. Aside from the cyclone and its aftermath, Autumn has been a pleasure—thanks largely to my fireplace, no snow, no flooding and rather abundant sunshine.
We hurried home from our walk to be here when Tina arrived. The thought of moving, of leaving this paradise of Pinecone Park, is agonizing, but it’s inevitable. I greatly value having an idea of the value of my place. She stayed for a couple of hours. I really liked her and will enjoy working with her when the time is right.
My greatest insight was realizing that I was looking for another house and that meant another house again when I move into care—assuming I do. I came out of the conversation committed to Tina, and more committed than ever to staying here as long as I possibly can. I keep coming back to that commitment, but I’m glad I keep ensuring that it’s sensible. I’ve enough cash in the bank for several more years, and I’d love to be able to do that. I have come to realize what a miracle it was that I found this place. It’s ideal for all of us.
This afternoon, I finally get to talk with Dr. Dorscheid, my pulmonologist. I can hardly wait until 2:45. He’s a great guy and I’ll spend the morning writing notes to ensure I don’t forget any of my questions.
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