'Glimpses' of today...
•I'm pretty sure Santa might spend the summer up here because I saw him cross Sheridan Road ( shirtless) in shorts and sandals, electric-white hair and beard glowing in the summer sun. But I digress.
•A little girl eating ice cream with her mom. " I got a big chunk on this one" " Madison <sister> where's Cissy? At the doctor. Why. She needs a check-up. Why?" " I like to have this ice cream.." and an endless monologue of all her immediate experiences. Such joyful innocence and pure pleasure.
•When you stay up here a while, you start to see the same people in the halls and you stop, like ants touching antennae, to see how the other is doing. A few good reports: A lady started eating again after three days. I myself got out to the store, and to Culver's for frozen custard. A woman not using her walker for the first time in a month.
A few bad reports: Daughter-in-law not going to make it. Husband taking turn for the worse.
Reality, in all forms. People connecting. Lives sustaining. Lives fading. Lives recovering.
•A storm has blown in this evening, blustery and brazen, bringing much needed water to the parched earth. Howling around the hotel, slamming drops into windows and walls and windshields.
What's your inner monologue today? Was it an Ice Cream day or a Bad Report day?
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