~ ringing in the new year at 8:30 ~

Monday, Jan.3, 2005
12:30 p.m.

My boys have been back home since yesterday morning, so the house is full again. We've done nothing but hang about and relax. Might go out today for a while, to return movies and library books and pick up a few groceries.

It's Dad's birthday and I offered to take cake over this afternoon. Then some friends of theirs called and wanted to go over, which will mean too much company all at once or all in one day, so I said we'd bring the cake tomorrow instead. It's not only Mom who gets tired, it's Dad. He probably needs solitude more than she does.

She's feeling so good that she was up all day yesterday and has started cutting back on the pain medications. The other day she actually made a pudding. "I wanted to do something special for Emil," she said. She'd invited him over for some one-to-one time with her.

We watched De-Lovely last night. Or I did; Scott googled on the computer in the same room. I had my paper journal on my lap, figuring I'd scratch out a few thoughts during lags in the story. But there were none. I was captivated by every moment of it. It's not that I've been a Cole Porter fan; as a matter of fact, I knew very little about him. But biography fascinates me. Couple it with music and I'm a goner.