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Heidi and I have been doing great stuff together. On all levels, I mean. Body, mind and soul. Last night we cooked some yummo spaghetti sauce in my new kitchen: first cooking together in there. SO much fun. I was very hungry after a run and we made fennel-red onion-olive-tomato-pesto with organic ground sirloin pasta sauce and had it over ezekial sprouted grain pasta, with a little grated manchego cheese on top. Bliss. Then we just knit by the fireplace, went outside for stars and cold. Sat with a quilt wrapped around us, feeling the heat of the side against each other.
This morning we went to a yoga class, lots of very cleansing twists and lunges. Ahhhh. Then to a yarn and fiber store. I am going to make wool 'rocks'... yes, as if there aren't enough rocks in Maine, I'm making more. Ha. My vision is of a bowl of soft felted rocks. NOt with soap in the middle a la Martha Stewart. Just light fuzzy rocks. Heidi bought lots of fleece and wool and patterns for knitting, because she has a trip to her grandmother's coming up and it will be nice to have something sociable to do together.
The best part is just someone HERE with whom I can share all the random little memories. When we feel the wool and say, "Oh, cozy!" then my mind sparks and rushes with a memory: After Andy went from his hospice bed into the bathroom, and sat on the commode and pee'd, with two or three people helping his blind weak body, his poor shot mind, he was shivering and cold (naked, would NOT wear anything) and he whimpered a one word request, "Cozy?" So they took him back into his bed and Heidi got under the covers and held him until, yes, cozy.
We have sung songs and remembered so many things about Andy. She has shared emails and photos and funny stories. Our bonny bunny boy, one of a kind. WHen I hold her tight in my arms (the most squeezable person ever) I feel like my bunny, my Andy is inside, saying, "thank you Mummoo. I am very cozy."
Heidi and I have been doing great stuff together. On all levels, I mean. Body, mind and soul. Last night we cooked some yummo spaghetti sauce in my new kitchen: first cooking together in there. SO much fun. I was very hungry after a run and we made fennel-red onion-olive-tomato-pesto with organic ground sirloin pasta sauce and had it over ezekial sprouted grain pasta, with a little grated manchego cheese on top. Bliss. Then we just knit by the fireplace, went outside for stars and cold. Sat with a quilt wrapped around us, feeling the heat of the side against each other.
This morning we went to a yoga class, lots of very cleansing twists and lunges. Ahhhh. Then to a yarn and fiber store. I am going to make wool 'rocks'... yes, as if there aren't enough rocks in Maine, I'm making more. Ha. My vision is of a bowl of soft felted rocks. NOt with soap in the middle a la Martha Stewart. Just light fuzzy rocks. Heidi bought lots of fleece and wool and patterns for knitting, because she has a trip to her grandmother's coming up and it will be nice to have something sociable to do together.
The best part is just someone HERE with whom I can share all the random little memories. When we feel the wool and say, "Oh, cozy!" then my mind sparks and rushes with a memory: After Andy went from his hospice bed into the bathroom, and sat on the commode and pee'd, with two or three people helping his blind weak body, his poor shot mind, he was shivering and cold (naked, would NOT wear anything) and he whimpered a one word request, "Cozy?" So they took him back into his bed and Heidi got under the covers and held him until, yes, cozy.
We have sung songs and remembered so many things about Andy. She has shared emails and photos and funny stories. Our bonny bunny boy, one of a kind. WHen I hold her tight in my arms (the most squeezable person ever) I feel like my bunny, my Andy is inside, saying, "thank you Mummoo. I am very cozy."
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