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.

6 Comments to “Displacement.”

  1. By Deb, October 28, 2007 @ 10:17 pm

    All the good thoughts in the world to your Dad and you.

  2. By Arwen, October 28, 2007 @ 10:20 pm

    Holding him in the light, as we say.

  3. 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.

  4. By Liz, October 29, 2007 @ 9:13 am

    Stephanie, I am about to start on the floors. Again.

    Thank you guys.

  5. By elswhere, October 29, 2007 @ 9:29 am

    Thinking of you, and your dad.

  6. By sarah, October 29, 2007 @ 1:51 pm

    Good thoughts (and prayers) winging their way from here.

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