* As to Adele's party....aren't we all on the Titanic?
* I survey the garden in the just awake early morning...
yes, that works...
ah, what was I thinking ...
how green, how green....
the blooms, the blooms...
and I just BE before life steals me away.
* Take 14 Americans newly met, tethered to their homes and lives. Shake together for 12 days. Add one insecure Canadian not really dripping with truths. Zen moments. We carry ourselves packed away in our baggage. I giggle at the shifting buddy relationships. I work to analyze just what of my sense of humor, my life, I can expose without freaking everyone and cutting gossamer strings of understanding. My ever present knitted cap, "Why do you wear it even on the bus?" ("Chemo left me bald.")"How long ago
did you have chemo?" I answer calmly and find common ground--movies, books, experiences. And delight in what of themselves they expose to me, what they will trust me with. Doing what I like best--being interested in them. At the last night drinks party the group conversation turns to assisted suicide and pulling life support decisions and I am so ready to go home.
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