I have feared celebrating the lack of crisis lest the other shoe drop. How ridiculous is that? Life really must be back to normal as I can go days instead of hours thinking of seizures, tests, or signs of frailty. Even as I picked up a prescription for Mik, it bore no stigma of sickness or sadness, except at the till. This relief means change is coming.
In a few weeks I will begin a new job. A new career in fact. Many things will change. Meetings, board and bored meetings will go by the wayside. I will not attend my business group that has been part of my life for 15 years. I will most likely give up the hospital committee, the Rotary membership, and will not sit on my strata council.
The kids are prepared...recipes and instructions written out. It is hard to cook for vegetarians and carnivores every night...and so there may be less variety. It also difficult to explain how thick a roue, gravy or sauce should look...and precisely how much liquid should be added while stirring. I do this without measuring...without thought....and yet now I am trying to record everything so that the disruption to our family meals will be not be affected.
I am trying to provide order to the change...a smooth adaptation to the modification. Mik has been my ardent supporter. She encouraged me to get out of the house and spread my wings. She experienced cloistering with me. She saw my life adapt to her situation and fostered the transition that 2011 will bring. It seems there may be more change to come. A move? A change in the business? I honestly don't know what is coming....but I know that I am expectantly lingering and alert......and not for the other shoe to drop.