There and back again

There and back again October 2, 2015

This week, for me, wound up being all about a hastily planned trip to Vermont, where my dad is recovering from a double-bypass heart surgery.

He looks good — a little tired and a little ornery, but no more than you’re entitled to be when you’re 83 and some doctors (excellent, skilled people to whom I’m very grateful) have just glued your ribcage back together. That ornery streak is also why I’m confident he’ll get back on his feet in due time (thanks also to the skill and, hopefully, patience of the PT and rehab nurses now working with him). I’m also confident that my sister, who lives next door to dad up there in the Northeast Kingdom, can match him stride for stride when it comes to ornery determination and stubbornness, making sure he’ll take his meds and follow the nurses’ instructions.

Anyway, if you’re the praying sort, please remember my dad (and my sister) in your prayers. It makes me happy to know when I write that here that it will involve prayers in multiple religious traditions, including multiple pantheons, as well as the concerns and well-wishes of many dear non-religious folks. Thanks to all of you for that.

And thanks, too, for your patience with the relative lack o’ content here this week. I hope to get things back on track this weekend.

Oh, and since I was offline among the Green Mountains for part of this week, I took along a book. That book — Nicolae: Rise of the Antichrist — seems to still be just as boundlessly, instructively awful as I remembered. So I hope to resume our journey through its pages here soon.

 


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