January 7, 2010

• So much to report! Erik's surgery went well. He had eighteen inches of large intestine removed in a six hour laparoscopic surgery. It's two weeks later and he is healing well. Very scary to have him so vulnerable. Very grateful to have him successfully through surgery on the road to recovery.
  I am now on the West Coast in Eugene, Oregon with Beloved Firstborn, Fyxen and Boy Wonder. My baggage did not make it with me from Neward and that's a little disappointing. But the important thing is that I made it here safe and sound. I am loving being with my children.  It's serenity embodied as the boys play video games, Fyxen reads and the rest of the household goes about their day. I haven't been with all my kids for about a year, and I am most happy. 
  My computer at home is too slow to make it onto the Internet. At some point we will replace it and I will have more frequent writing opportunities. For now I am updating where I can. I haven't be en reading other people's blogs because of the down computer. It was heartening and gratifying to read the comments wishing well for surgery. I miss the community that I find through xanga and am looking forward to resuming it as soon as able.
  Sitting in the gate in Newark yesterday, after missing my connection and then arranging a flight to Portland, I was amazed at the variety of footwear traversing the corridor in front of me. A troubador in black flat heeled boots, jeans tucked into the tops, very evocative of Bob Dylan in his Blood On The Tracks days.   A young woman dressed in earth tones, full skirt billowing in her wake, her feet clad in the most exquisite gold sandals, loops of gold around her feet, encasing her ankles.   A toddler of three or so, very self possessed in Ugg boots with shaggy layers of faux fur making her look self possessed as if she knew she were destined for the runway.
  I loved sitting in the airport. I was intriqued by the tide of people. I was not pleased with missed connections and hoofing it to the terminal down the road then back again to the Service Center.   At the Service Center I was attended to fairly quickly by a man who said nothing for fifteen minutes while looking for a connection to transport me from Newark to Portland.    The actions of fellow travelers, cajoling and weeping over their travel mishaps was interesting to watch. I was not as disconcerted as I thought I would be, but perhaps had the gentleman helping  not been able to get me out of town, I might have been expressing myself in similiar ways. However, as someone who deals with the public through my work, I was mindful to treat them as I would wish to be treated. So I did my best to be patient and was grateful that theirs was not my job to perform.
  More later. Very content to be with family.
  Blessings abound.

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