Displacement.
My father goes under the knife tomorrow morning. I probably won’t be awake at that time, but when I wake, I will know his chest is open. They will have cut an incision more than a foot long from gullet to navel and sailed right in there to fix him.
Lucky for me, I am the Queen of Displacement Activity. To take my mind off things, I went over to Arwen’s today and washed the fir dust off all her dishes and pots and pans, and a lot of furniture as well. Then I came home and washed all the bedding, made a full roast beef dinner, and gave my landlord’s daughter E’s old cell phone. E is catching the displacement bug. He hung hooks for coats and towels, folded all his laundry and cleaned the catbox.
Good thoughts, please, people. Good thoughts, please.
Some Stuff | Liz October 28, 2007
By Deb, October 28, 2007 @ 10:17 pm
All the good thoughts in the world to your Dad and you.
By Arwen, October 28, 2007 @ 10:20 pm
Holding him in the light, as we say.
By stephanie, October 29, 2007 @ 8:21 am
Good thoughts
When my dad had surgery a few years ago for a tumor in his colon, I cleaned the house five times.
By Liz, October 29, 2007 @ 9:13 am
Stephanie, I am about to start on the floors. Again.
Thank you guys.
By elswhere, October 29, 2007 @ 9:29 am
Thinking of you, and your dad.
By sarah, October 29, 2007 @ 1:51 pm
Good thoughts (and prayers) winging their way from here.