The past few days have been just glorious. On Friday, I awakened to the sound of the wood thrush. Later, I took a little hike through the woods in search of Lady Slippers. They have such a beautiful flower and are quite ephemeral: soon they will be gone until next year.
That evening we attended a Chamber Concert at Sant Bani with the St. Petersburg String Quartet. Once again it was an extraordinarily intimate venue, affording the small audience a rare opportunity not only to hear but to see the emotion that goes into each piece. It was so much more than merely listening; we were invited to feel the music as well. Outside distractions melted away, and each of us was immersed in sound.
Saturday morning found Peter and I flying solo as David headed to Mattapoisett. Pete invited a friend over and in the early afternoon I took them to the lake. It is yet early in the season for swimming and the temperature of the water is icy cold, but the boys were determined. They played a game where they tossed large stones into the water, a bit further each time, and then retrieved them. This activity got them in about thigh deep. Next up was a thrown stick, and that took them out to chest high water. They both (bravely) ducked all the way under before swimming back to shore.
As I watched them, I felt that I was seeing an echo or shadow of the man that Peter will grow into. His limbs have begun to really lengthen and his shoulders are broadening such that he is looking less like a child. It gave me rather a delicious shiver, as I hadn’t thought I’d see him reach adulthood. He’s not there yet though. Before we left the beach, the boys built a sand castle together; a charming and decidedly childlike activity. It is a beautiful and unselfconscious window of time in their lives as they just enter their teens.
After they dried off we went to a matinee of a movie for which they (and not me) were the target audience. For dinner we ordered out Thai food.
Early the next morning we were out on the deck with donuts and the funnies for the boys and coffee and the Sunday NY Times for me. Later, Peter and I took Buddy on a walk and then ran some errands together. David came home, I made tacos, had a glass (and a half) of wine, and then had a long phone conversation with a dear friend that I’d been out of touch with for far too long. As we spoke, it felt as if no time had passed at all and the magic of our friendship once again became an animated presence. It was really a perfect weekend.
life and breath: outliving lung cancer 
why, dear mother, do your super positive posts ALSO make me teary? 🙂
even as peter’s big sister it’s a little crazy to watch him turning into a young adult. i remember so clearly his first seconds as a person!!!
❤ jemesii
Belated response: yes, you WERE there (kinda more than I was). Love, Mom
Beautiful!
Belated again: gracias, Guillermo!
Yes, we want to dwell within the good days.
Walked in the cold sunshine today with an old friend, strolling in and out of galleries, a nice lunch, later, a scoop of gelato. Now he is in a plane headed home.
Hi Linnea, it’s been a while since I posted but I do read your blog and so enjoy your writing and artwork. I last posted in Dec that I was not “sick enough ” to go on 1066 but since then I’ve developed imbalance and dizziness which they believe may be related to Alimta. My DFCI doctor has seen it in 1 other person who was on it for a while. So after 8 months of Alimta, I now have a Grade 3 neuropathy, or chemo toxicity which now makes me eligible for the trial. I wanted others to know the trial opened at Yale (in Jan) and since I live in CT, I will no longer have to travel to Boston. The staff have been wonderful to work with. Unfortunately, I did require another biopsy as my positive alk mutation results which were confirmed at MGH last summer, were not acceptable for the Phase II trial and I had no tissue left. I have all my scans next week and hopefully will be able to start the drug the following week. I’ve learned so much from your experience and I thank you for sharing it with others. And I am so glad to hear that there are new options for you too.
All the best to you!
Sharon
Sharon, that is a drag about the other biopsy (likely coming up for me soon as well–the old pound of flesh) but I’m glad you can participate in the trial in Connecticut. Say hi to Dr. Lynch, should you see him, and best of luck to you as well. Linnea
And one final belated response: Stephanie, sounds like a haiku and a beautiful moment. Linnea
Taking about beauful flowers don’t be shy
http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Linnea
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linnaea
http://www.google.ca/images?q=linnea+flower&rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox&oe=&rlz=1I7ADRA_en&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=KQwQTIOmLYK8lQe0_a2QDQ&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CCgQsAQwAA
Guillermo, thank you for all the flowers. When I was a young girl, I saw my first linnea flower in the mountains of Colorado, up above timberline.