May 7, 2006
Today’s stream:
I hope the bottle of shampoo in the paper bag from Dayspring left anonymously at the hotel for me the other day doesn’t mean that a certain person traveled all the way from Auburn just to bring it (and I thought I had a guilt complex ;-))
I ran smack dab into my limitations last night. Since there is far less restriction on when I can visit Gary now, I stayed longer yesterday than I have been doing but paid the price during the night with intensified leg pain. They are just not set up to accommodate me over there ;-) It’s hard on this body to stand next to Gary’s bed, lean over it with the alphabet board, and talk loud for periods much longer than I’ve already been doing. Gary says he doesn’t have the energy for more than we’ve been doing anyway and of course wants me to take care of myself, but I wish I was up to more. I will, however, be able to lay on the couch and listen to the tapes, etc., with him when he wants to do that.
Even though I got the benefit of my sister’s massages while she was here, I am going for one at noon. I am lucky to have found this person who is willing to massage me in her home on a weekend. . . .
Went for the massage. It is interesting to me how different the techniques are of different therapists, even if they term what they do the same. This therapist didn’t work nearly as deeply as Di, but she wasn’t light either. One thing she did that I haven’t had done in quite a while was some assisted stretches of my back and legs. I thought she went a little too far on the hamstrings, but she claimed she was going by the feel of the stretch. I’m sure I’ll see whether what she did was good for me or not. She is good for my ego, however – she said when she saw me at the hotel the day she dropped off the massage table for my sister to borrow that it didn’t occur to her that I was me because she thought I was some kid, and today during the stretches she said “No way is this body of yours fifty years old.” My body might argue that point, but I like to hear it.
When I returned from the massage I walked toward the sky deck area from the parking deck area, and who should I see but today’s scheduled visitors, Piotr Minc and Jo and Bob Heath, walking toward the elevator. We had set a meeting time of 2:30; they were early and so were just killing time. But with the new visiting hours we could all go right in. Since they had brought earphones for Gary to try, I picked up the DVD player in my hotel room (thus exposing my lack of housekeeping skills to the visitors), and then we went to visit Gary. Gary was happy to see them, even though they brought Topology Proceedings business. (Actually when I went back later in the day he spelled out that it had been a nice visit, and that it had even been nice to do the business :-) ) Gary had wondered if there was math dept news or any gossip about the trustees but there seemed to be a dearth of such. So now the new rule is: visitors must always bring juicy information.
In the course of the visit Gary acquired another book of Sudoku puzzles to feed his addiction. The earphones they brought that Gary tried on worked really well, so now he will be able to hear the DVDs – including the “Good Night, and Good Luck” that Piotr brought up. Unfortunately, if Gary is wearing the earphones I won’t be able to hear any sound. I am wondering if they make speakers for DVD players – I guess I will call Radio Shack and see if they know; if such aren’t made maybe we’ll have to get speakers for the laptop, though we would rather not use such a heavy thing as a laptop on the laptop holder placed in Gary’s bed – wouldn’t want it to fall over on him.
All for tonight, except to note that apparently the expression “pain in the patootie” also made it to New York and Nebraska, besides my mother’s native Michigan.
Today’s stream:
I hope the bottle of shampoo in the paper bag from Dayspring left anonymously at the hotel for me the other day doesn’t mean that a certain person traveled all the way from Auburn just to bring it (and I thought I had a guilt complex ;-))
I ran smack dab into my limitations last night. Since there is far less restriction on when I can visit Gary now, I stayed longer yesterday than I have been doing but paid the price during the night with intensified leg pain. They are just not set up to accommodate me over there ;-) It’s hard on this body to stand next to Gary’s bed, lean over it with the alphabet board, and talk loud for periods much longer than I’ve already been doing. Gary says he doesn’t have the energy for more than we’ve been doing anyway and of course wants me to take care of myself, but I wish I was up to more. I will, however, be able to lay on the couch and listen to the tapes, etc., with him when he wants to do that.
Even though I got the benefit of my sister’s massages while she was here, I am going for one at noon. I am lucky to have found this person who is willing to massage me in her home on a weekend. . . .
Went for the massage. It is interesting to me how different the techniques are of different therapists, even if they term what they do the same. This therapist didn’t work nearly as deeply as Di, but she wasn’t light either. One thing she did that I haven’t had done in quite a while was some assisted stretches of my back and legs. I thought she went a little too far on the hamstrings, but she claimed she was going by the feel of the stretch. I’m sure I’ll see whether what she did was good for me or not. She is good for my ego, however – she said when she saw me at the hotel the day she dropped off the massage table for my sister to borrow that it didn’t occur to her that I was me because she thought I was some kid, and today during the stretches she said “No way is this body of yours fifty years old.” My body might argue that point, but I like to hear it.
When I returned from the massage I walked toward the sky deck area from the parking deck area, and who should I see but today’s scheduled visitors, Piotr Minc and Jo and Bob Heath, walking toward the elevator. We had set a meeting time of 2:30; they were early and so were just killing time. But with the new visiting hours we could all go right in. Since they had brought earphones for Gary to try, I picked up the DVD player in my hotel room (thus exposing my lack of housekeeping skills to the visitors), and then we went to visit Gary. Gary was happy to see them, even though they brought Topology Proceedings business. (Actually when I went back later in the day he spelled out that it had been a nice visit, and that it had even been nice to do the business :-) ) Gary had wondered if there was math dept news or any gossip about the trustees but there seemed to be a dearth of such. So now the new rule is: visitors must always bring juicy information.
In the course of the visit Gary acquired another book of Sudoku puzzles to feed his addiction. The earphones they brought that Gary tried on worked really well, so now he will be able to hear the DVDs – including the “Good Night, and Good Luck” that Piotr brought up. Unfortunately, if Gary is wearing the earphones I won’t be able to hear any sound. I am wondering if they make speakers for DVD players – I guess I will call Radio Shack and see if they know; if such aren’t made maybe we’ll have to get speakers for the laptop, though we would rather not use such a heavy thing as a laptop on the laptop holder placed in Gary’s bed – wouldn’t want it to fall over on him.
All for tonight, except to note that apparently the expression “pain in the patootie” also made it to New York and Nebraska, besides my mother’s native Michigan.
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