kvetching up

You fit into me Like a hook into an eye A fish  hook An open eye --Margaret Atwood It is a quiet Sunday morning. I'm soaking in the bath.  Jenny is up, just.  She told me the lower back pain she has been suffering from since the terrible retching of a couple weeks ago has been largely improved by using heat and ice as our friend and LMP Diana suggested.  Finally something works.  So her back is better, her digestion is better, her spirits are improved.  It's marvelous news and I'm thrilled for her.  It also means that she will see Eric  the pinché motherfucker this week, which isn't new, but grates.   I have given up worrying about the agreed upon rules.  I'm sure she lies about when she sees him, that is nothing new.   I have given up worrying about her texting him at hospital.  It is strangely liberating to just assume she is doing so.  I have given up being concerned about her texting him in the car. She used her p...

 Well, Leiney and I got our second round of the Moderna mRNA COVID-19 vaccine yesterday at the Everett Clinic in Mill Creek. My injection hurt a great deal.  And today, my arm hurts at least as much as it hurt after receiving  the first dose in January. Otherwise, I don't have any symptoms, I don't think.  I am achy all over, but that may be from shoveling snow. She's Gone  Here is a pattern.  When Jenny feels good, she isn't here.  This morning she walked around Green Lake with Kathy Schmidt.  She came home for a bit, and I shaved her head and she cut my hair.  Then, she left for a massage at Marianne's and then Murray, Marianne and she were planning to have soup, presumably on Marianne's front porch.  I expect the rest of the week and next to repeat this pattern, as Jenny moves into the second week of a hiatus from chemo while she gets vaccinated. She will wait another two weeks before she again receives chemotherapy--Feb 25. Yesterday...