So here I am in Cleveland, it just feels like a brief 12 hours ago I was in Portland. Gee… I took a photo of Mt. Hood at sunrise.
I traveled via Minneapolis, Gerry did NOT rush to the airport for a romantic clinch before I got on my connecting flight. Obviously the magic is gone.
It must be because I didn’t have the exceptional OATMEAL breakfast this morning that I had yesterday at Carol’s Corner Cafe in Vancouver, at 78th and St. Johns.
And that exceptional breakfast is probably why I felt like I did so well at Unraveled Fine Yarns in Vancouver last night! I gave a little talk, made some women knit “funny” and ended by making a few of them cry. A job well done.
Lisa, the owner of the shop, is such a wonderful person. I met her last year in France, and she’s just such a kind, fair and downright decent person. I love visiting her. You should stop in and ask her to do her funky chicken…
I was so bushed last night, though, when I finished. Lisa VERY kindly saw that, and insisted that I go back to my hotel and rest. Which I did. I love bed.
As soon as I woke I had an email, followed by a call from my cousin, Jan.
Things are looking bad – another tumor is rearing its ugly head in her leg, and there are concerns that the cancer’s moved to her brain (vertigo, etc.) She said that her doctor told her, “This cancer’s growing faster than I can keep on top of it…”
We talked, we cried, I made her laugh and she called me a fart. Good times.
It was a bit of a relief that I was traveling today, I guess. I could be disconnected, not deal with folks, just absorb the news that [of course] I knew was coming.
Hospice is being discussed. I asked her if she wanted me to come down immediately, but she’d rather I wait a little and get done right now what needs to be done (classes, Knitting Daily appearance, etc.)
And next week – bonjour!
Either Paris is happening at the perfect time, or the worst time. Or both. Here’s something my friend sent me to consider for us to do with the girls on the trip – sounds perfect!