November 18th, 2017


November 17--Bang, Zoom

This is the post I didn't write yesterday, but am writing now as if it was yesterday.

I had to go to the hospital early to meet with my student and her preceptor. They were both in the break room, eating egg muffin things, and laughing about something with some of the other night shift nurses. That actually told me just about everything I needed to know about how her preceptorship is going. Some of my colleagues do their midpoint evaluations by phone, but I like to see. She's doing fine.

After the meeting I went down to the cafeteria and had some breakfast, then captured a few portals in the neighborhood. I headed over to the office for a while before returning for another student meeting at 10:30. I was the only one in the office, so I turned on the music to speakers and worked on updating my transplant lecture. I am adding in liver transplants, but it's kind of boring, so I only got three slides done.

I headed back to the hospital, had the meeting, and then headed to another meeting with my financial advisor to have some forms completed for this pension I have unexpectedly received, thanks to my first wife. Interestingly, the pension administrator not only wants her death record, but her driver's license as well, which I no longer have. I put a note in with the forms advising them that she no longer drives.

On the way home, I stopped at Costco and bought some seafood, and made a nice seafood lunch for Malida. She is still time-confused from jet lag, and has been getting up at 3 am, and then taking a 3-4 hour nap in the afternoon. She needs to get that straightened out this weekend, because she is back to work Monday. IN any case, a day of work after lack of sleep is probably the best cure.


I loved the light hitting this fountain in the early morning, but the photograph doesn't really capture it. This was the first portal I ever captured.
  • Current Music
    Eric Clapton--Let it Grow

November 18--13 years

I had another meeting at the hospital this morning. I kept thinking it was Sunday, because yesterday felt like Saturday. Malida was up at 4, and off for a walk by the time I left the house at 9. My meeting wasn't until 10:30, but I had somewhere else to go first.

I drove out to the cemetery to visit Arlina's grave. It's been 13 years. I had thoughts about that morning as I drove. There is no longer any pain, but the memory of the pain that was is still there. I'm grateful for both.

It was a beautiful sunny morning the 50s. It's a Catholic cemetery, so not a lot of pretty trees. Not sure why Catholic cemeteries are so...barren. Give me the city cemetery any day.

I sat out there for a while enjoying the day and telling her memory about the new camera I am thinking about buying. The last thing she ever wrote to me, which I discovered after she died, told me to keep taking pictures, and I have. It was part of a wonderful little pep talk she left for me in her medication journal. Before I found it, I went through the house, knowing she must have left something for me. I eventually found it.


I have taken this same picture over and over again in the intervening years.

Someone had been there in the last day or so and left some flowers, so I added mine to the top--little roses from our garden. She brought that miniature rose plant home from work one day, and I planted it out front. One of her brothers visits regularly, and I am guessing the other flowers are from him and his family.

I visited with my student and his preceptor, and all is well. I came home and took Malida to the noodle place for lunch, and then we went shopping, as if it was Sunday, but it is still only Saturday. Tomorrow is going to be a bonus day for me, other than the student meeting I have in the morning.

I went for a walk in the park before the sun set. It was a lovely afternoon, though I am still not completely used to the sun setting at 5 pm.


Another picture I have captured over and over through the years. The only thing that really changes is me.
  • Current Music
    Elbow--Scattered Black and Whites