Berries with red curry
Red berries, by Mark Payton
Everyday love
As a matter of course, when you’re faced with a challenging prognosis, it almost seems imperative to make every moment somehow more meaningful. Ordinary, everyday activities like doing the laundry, grocery shopping and paying bills fall by the wayside. There is an impulse to go with a bang, as it were.
Rusty and I have no such bangs to covet. All we want is a quiet home, no more doctors, needles and scans. We want to go for walks, watch Comedy Central, grow some hallucinogenic herbs we might occasionally use in our diet. If anything, it would be best if we could forget about the cancer and have conversations like this every day:
Me: Good morning my handsome
Rusty: Good morning my blak laka
Me: Good morning my cream cannoli
Rusty: Good morning my berries with red curry
Me: Ewww.
November 30th, 2006 at 2:47 am
Ewww exactly. Cheesy!!! But sweet
December 18th, 2006 at 2:20 pm
[…] When I wake up again, it is 7am. Jesse is already up and about. I didn’t sleep much last night, he says. I make toast, coffee and pour out some grape juice we bought from a farmer’s market yesterday. I will need to get some berries for tomorrow. We’re out of soy milk also. […]