It was Park Day this weekend. Our village of families that surround San Luis Park come together with food and catch up. It's a day we look forward to each year.
This year there were more kids. Last year there were more babies. It makes sense. But the activity level skyrocketed. Boys were jumping over other boys and wrestling on the grass. Adeline and Maddy (a granddaughter of a neighbor) explored the trails and felt their freedom. Our kids found a dead squirrel and screamed for all of the other kids to come and see it. Despite the cold, the youngins (no longer myself) were determined to jump in the pool.
In the wee hours of tomorrow morning, my mom comes back to Berkeley. She'll escort me to chemo after a sleep in. Yes, it's chemo time again. Tomorrow afternoon I will only have 2 rounds left. I'm squeaking them out. I feel like the little train... "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can." I'm doing it. Up and over. And goodbye cancer.
But right now it's sleep. Deb Fink was over for some shepherd's pie and vino, and now that vino has me sleepy. Good night.
Of course you can. I know you can. You know you can. You will. I love you Coley.
Posted by: Barbara | May 18, 2010 at 09:02 AM
THE STORY GOES...AND THEN THE LITTLE TRAIN WAS HEARD SAYING..."I KNOW I CAN, I KNOW I CAN, YES, I KNOW I CAN. PG
Posted by: Aunt Boonie | May 18, 2010 at 10:07 AM