Coincidence

 Entry 1     10:57 p.m.

This post feels like it needs to be a triptych.  Not a beginning, middle and end, but the day feels like it is three different days rolled into one.  It was full.

Los Perros Malos have been moved downstairs to the dining area for sleeping quarters, the placement of the treadmill making their relocation necessary.  The good news is that meant the dogs wake up Leiney, still sleeping on the couch, who feels duty-bound to let them out and let me sleep. I woke hearing Buddy's bark. A notorious escape artist, I presumed he'd broken free from his cell. Turns out, Leiney as kind and conscientious as ever, let the dogs out. Returning to sleep was out of the question, so I got up.

Our housecleaner arrived at 8:00 a.m.. Apparently the kitchen got short shrift today, according to Moni, who was over later in the day to clean the fridge out and then made some concoction for us to eat for dinner.

I finally called a dishwasher repair guy, who will be out tomorrow afternoon, just in time to save us for the holidays!

At 10:00, Abby, Leiney and I went to Costco to buy some things, like a spiral ham, Daniel's Broiler gift cards and other things for Christmas dinner--my side of the family will be celebrating at our home, everyone is taking a covid-19 test in advance.  Don't ask me how the person giving us the kits got the tests, let's just say its funny how things just fall off trucks.  .  .

We got home around 11:20 from Costco, and after dropping our stuff off, went to Old Burien, where we had lunch at the Pigfish and shopped for more Christmas presents.  Leiney found a platter Jenny will love, an analogue to our Fish's Eddy Manhattan plate, we bought when we left NYC for good.

When we got home at 2, the items that were from Costco placed on the counter in a single box, were gone.  Moni and Christ were there. Chris and Moni told me they put everything away in the fridges. I looked on the counter and the batteries I bought and a book were there, but no envelope with the gift cards were to be found.  They are gone.  Just gone. I looked high. I looked low. They were in the box, the Costco guy that checks receipts mentioned the envelope when we left the store, and I saw the envelope when I put the box on the counter before heading off to Old Burien.

While I was searching for the gift cards, a friend of mine, Cara, from California, we were as thick as thieves, let me know she got a job--really a promotion at her job--that will bring her to Seattle routinely. I am pleased beyond words. I hadn't heard from Cara in months.

Back on the couch, Jenny struggled to get up and walk even a few steps, but insisted on going with Chris and Moni to shop for a few friends Jenny had on her list still who she hadn't checked off.  

While Jenny was out, One of my closest friends from law school, who lives in Missouri, ;et me know he was in town for a deposition, and texted asking if he could stop by on the way to the airport. Jeremy and his wife were the first of our friends to meet Leiney when she was born. Jenny arrived home just before he arrived.

He showed up with a veritable cornucopia of gifts he had purchased for us at the Market.  It is an amazing bounty.  A yule log, salmon, macarons, cheese, flowers, baguettes, socks, raspberries, et cetera.  It was overwhelmingly kind. He never took his mask off. Smart man. We never put ours on.  

He stayed until for quite a long time. We had a sweet hour of time to talk about families and current events, and then Jenny and I had therapy.  It is a sad ritual, this tandem therapy. There is little strife now. Jenny is dying. Even if she hangs on another few months, it is so obvious as to almost take for granted. She is weak. Her energy so low, her heart rate jumps into the 140s with a slow walk around the room.  She weighs 144 lbs.  She has vomited almost every day for weeks.  She is really struggling. 

I am too tired for any lengthy discussion. Maybe tomorrow.



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