Transition

Today we start the routine that will hopefully be little more than the next step in getting Sarah's twin girls home. As I said in a previous post, Sarah was released from the hospital yesterday but had to leave her little ones in the NIC-U. I haven't heard how that has affected her, but I know it can't have been easy.

Because there's a period of hours during which nursing staff gets report and does rounds, followed by doctors' rounds, the unit is closed to ALL visitors including parents. So I'll be driving her up to the hill, as it's known around here, around 10:30 AM and she'll spend the rest of the day and part of the evening. And she'll be joined by the kids' dad after he gets done with work.

After visiting hours, they'll both come home and prepare themselves for another day of the same. I suppose in some ways it's actually a good transition for them. Sarah will have at least a few days to rest and recover from the surgery before she has to assume the full burden and responsibility of their care at home. So hopefully that part of it will be beneficial to her.

And even though I know that she won't necessarily feel that way about it, I hope that at another level she understands and adjusts and uses it for whatever good may be made of it...

LPK
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1.25.2012 (a)

Dear Ms. Diliberto,

I had in mind to ask you what seemed a fairly straightforward question about Hemingway's A Moveable Feast, the book he was working on when he committed suicide in Ketchum, Idaho in 1961. To ask you, that is, in the way that those of us who are interested in the arts query a valued resource, once we have found it.

At that moment, it was my intention to simply scan the preface to your re-issued biography of Hadley Richardson, now called Paris Without End. The title of which references A Moveable Feast, Hemingway's ruefully poignant memoir of those early days in Paris, of his first marriage, of his most enduring love.

Alas, I am weak. I'm simply not one who easily resists the charming anecdote, the concealed hook, the alluring flow of well-crafted words from one into yet another well-turned phrase. And so, tonight, I'm writing to confess that I'm simply going to read your book again...

LPK
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1.25.2012 (b)