My dear friends have completed a long journey home which has her installed at a rehabilitation hospital and him sleeping for 18 hours. It started with a husband/wife getaway to the canyons of Utah, three miles into a canyon hike. He determined that she was having a stroke. The details are both horrifying and serendipitous, including a handy Eagle scout troop who bore her down the canyon in a litter they made of saplings and the accumulated belts of all the hikers on the trail, a handy nurse who was one of said hikers, an 80 mile ambulance ride, a subsequent medical flight, hours of sweaty, unshaven, unfed anxiety far from home and family, etc. etc. She has maintained cognition and receptive language. Expressive language is strong and growing stronger.
And she wiggled two fingers and a thumb yesterday.
I will visit soon.
I have wrapped up a month of professional opportunities that earned me a little extra money and netted a lot of contacts and future opportunities. I'm a loose ends now as I look summer in the face and realize I have no real plans or goals or intentions left. At least, not until July, when I hope I will be at another institute for a week, learning more about coaching adult learners.
I had a ball yesterday for my birthday with friends new and old, and a PINK ice cream cake WITH RIBBONS (guess who chose this for me?) once I got home.
LOVE the new book club book Headlong. I was certain it would be another example of a bleak and heartless story winning the Man Booker Prize. When July's hostess announced the title and its awards, I groaned inwardly and probably did make some kind of remark like, "Oh goodie."
But it is very interesting in terms of context, very compelling characters and narrative, and very, very funny in that dry, huge-vocabulary British way.
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