It was blowing a gale today. And there was a little rain that fell, but hardly enough to do much soaking of the ground. It was too windy to go rowing, so I went to see my father-in-law at the physical rehab facility.
He is doing about three hours of exercise a day, including cycling, elliptical trainer, and weight lifting. He looks great--better than I have seen him look in a long time. Today, he went with his physical therapist to Starbuck's to get coffee. He seemed to have really enjoyed his day. He is hoping to be out before Christmas.
I really feel for the people who are in the rehab facility. Most are alone in their room. Few have visitors. I passed through the dining room this evening, only to see a little old lady sitting all alone. It made me realize how sad old age can be, how isolating it is to sit without a loved one around. I am going to visit with some of the people the next time I go there, if only for a little while.
Not much else is going on here. Tomorrow there is a Christmas party to attend. I used to dread parties. The ones that I go to now are not big drinking affairs. In fact, people drink normally or not at all. And everyone goes home by ten. It's comforting to attend parties where no one gets out of control. It surely has been a pleasant change from the wild parties that we used to attend. I don't know why I even went to some of those, except to watch over C. And that didn't usually work out too well.
We are going to have a big cooking extravaganza in the days ahead to make cranberry relish, cranberry nut bread, peppermint bark, pepper jelly and some cookies as gifts for friends. I also ordered a few small gifts for C. I simply couldn't stand to see any look of disappointment on her face on Christmas morning. I still want to protect her, even though I know that I can't.
Well, that's about it from here. Time for some sleep.
It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox. ~Nicolas Sparks