It's dark out and the night creeps slowly into morning. I'm out on the deck, there's a slight drizzle but I'm holding on to my desire to write outside. Dawn is only a few hours away but I held awake by the double cafe latte I consumed around 8:30 after my AIGA Board meeting.
Actually, the battery on the laptop is getting pretty low, so I guess I'll have to move indoors since I don't have the long extension cord. But before that I can say that the news on my Dad is not great. If anything, it is strange. His doctor told him that he has between 11 months and ten years to live. What kind of diagnosis is that? I mean I'm sure the doctor was being honest in his observation, that being that in his experience people in my Dad's condition, have lived that short or that long. But where's the hope, or the despair? It's almost left in limbo, or at least a major depression balanced by some hope.
Leaves me a bit befuddled. I can only wonder how my father must feel. Of course, he puts a brave face on for the family (the kids). He's so much like my late grandmother (his Mom, the late great Nonni Betty, aka The Manager) with the exception that he tells us a little more about what's going on. Okay, down to 10% power, moving inside.
Yea, I prefer writing out on the deck. It feels more real for some reason. Not sure why. Oh well. A message to all my friends who are Red Sox fans, "Two out of three, ain't bad..." Of course, they did manage to pick-up 1.5 games over the past two days. Okay, good night. Peace. Shalom.
Posted by robdesign at September 3, 2003 02:45 AM