kvetching up

 Entry 1     3:25 p.m. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Both guests are gone. Amy left in the morning, Peter at night. Peter and I made dinner, which we ate at the table, with the kids even. Jenny had sausage, risotto and brussel sprouts. Jenny threw it all up, immediately after Peter left, as we were pulling away from Alaska departures. She won't give up. She did manage, one day out of the last week, not yakking up solid food. Last night took chutzpah though. It wasn't a small amount. I can't imagine the frustration with not being able to eat solid food. However, truth be told, I had a hard time driving as she was violently ill.  We carry emesis bags I purchased online last year-maybe a couple gross. We are running very low now, I think.  Wow.  Jenny woke up this morning a wreck. It took my repeated visits in between meetings for her to rise. I kept stopping in, between taking the dogs out several times, feeding them, the 8 a.m. arrival of...

 Entry 1    9:02 a.m. I saw the rain dirty valley You saw Brigadoon I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the moon  -Mike Scott from " The Whole of the Moon ." Willow has taken to whimpering to be let out of her cage well before 6 the last several days.  So, I am awake well before 6. Dealing with dogs is generally a treat with one exception. I need coffee to function, so these early morning Willow risings are tough.  I generally try and let them out, take them outside, and then recrate them until 7.  That strategy worked when she was pulling this early rising a few weeks ago.  Now, it just leads to louder whimpering.  So, what do you call coffee deferred?  I call it a recipe for crankiness. Jenny woke at 8:20 or just after.  She came down the stairs sobbing. Her friend Patty, she made on an internet pancreatic cancer board a few months ago, and with whom she has been journeying, texted her to tell her that she has ascites .  ...