I listened to an unusual amount of jazz today. It was simply seeping into my day at every turn, and I paused to pay attention and to feel the rhythms and the soulfulness of the music. Before I met Eric I would go to concerts every week, from jazz to classical to rock to bluegrass. Live music was a passion of mine. Eric went along with me initially, but was not particularly interested, so I went to fewer and fewer concerts and listened to less and less music. I remember waking up each morning and taking time to choose the appropriate CD for the moment and blasting it through the house to accompany our waking up. That never happened in our home in Baltimore.
So alone in the house and the car and the office, I listened to music, and jazz was the standard today. I did not pay attention to who I was listening to, and I wish I had, because it was soothing and affirming. I will play more music in my new life.
I had an unscheduled day, with some paperwork to attend to, but no patients. I had originally planned to pack and organize, and had that intention long into the day, but somehow I got sidetracked and never accomplished any move-oriented tasks. Bikram yoga came first, a long discussion with the landscaper, who assures me that our yard will be transformed left me more than a little worried. Nothing looks good yet, but Ishmael, as he is named, is just starting.
The hours in the office were consumed by 'busywork'; necessary but uninspiring. I love to see patients, but I do not enjoy the paperwork and billing and filing that must be done.
I was transported to Rome for the evening. Woody Allen's new film is a love affair with Rome, which is familiar to me and absolutely gorgeous as always. I will spend a few days in Rome at the end of the summer, and another few days in Umbria, and that will have to be enough for my Italy fix for the year. I am swooning and in love with the 'Eternal City', and am feeling wonderful. My first day home alone went perfectly well. I received a telephone message form my daughter, who did not forget my birthday but could not get through yesterday, so better a day late than forgotten. I wrote letters to Maya at camp, and expect her to call me at 6 PM on the dot tomorrow night when she is able to procure a phone card. I am hoping she is happy and having an 'awesome' (12 year old language) time.
So alone in the house and the car and the office, I listened to music, and jazz was the standard today. I did not pay attention to who I was listening to, and I wish I had, because it was soothing and affirming. I will play more music in my new life.
I had an unscheduled day, with some paperwork to attend to, but no patients. I had originally planned to pack and organize, and had that intention long into the day, but somehow I got sidetracked and never accomplished any move-oriented tasks. Bikram yoga came first, a long discussion with the landscaper, who assures me that our yard will be transformed left me more than a little worried. Nothing looks good yet, but Ishmael, as he is named, is just starting.
The hours in the office were consumed by 'busywork'; necessary but uninspiring. I love to see patients, but I do not enjoy the paperwork and billing and filing that must be done.
I was transported to Rome for the evening. Woody Allen's new film is a love affair with Rome, which is familiar to me and absolutely gorgeous as always. I will spend a few days in Rome at the end of the summer, and another few days in Umbria, and that will have to be enough for my Italy fix for the year. I am swooning and in love with the 'Eternal City', and am feeling wonderful. My first day home alone went perfectly well. I received a telephone message form my daughter, who did not forget my birthday but could not get through yesterday, so better a day late than forgotten. I wrote letters to Maya at camp, and expect her to call me at 6 PM on the dot tomorrow night when she is able to procure a phone card. I am hoping she is happy and having an 'awesome' (12 year old language) time.
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