trying to live in two spaces, the now and the other 


(extra - the oxygen arrived - and then the social worker by zoom and then the in person social worker assigned us.  She is amazing and we both let out huge sighs of ease in her grounded and peaceful presence.  and in between making room in the tiny bedroom for all this stuff.  we both keep acknowledging this is real and kind of, well not quite believing.  that seems to be the journey - take care of needs and dream that it is no more than a dream - again i so appreciate your warm care)


(and this - night before last in the late middle of the night, both awake, he said let us take a trip to NYC - where shall we go and i said the statue of Liberty and then walk the Brooklyn Bridge, and then lunch in some small spot in "Chinatown", and then he said a quartet somewhere - how about the Met in one of those garden courts - which led to remembering our last time there in the dead of winter, we stayed in an inexpensive hotel in Chelsea run, we think by retired nuns and priests and largely full of these same types as guests.  it poured snow the second day and we walked and walked in whatever we had with us, our cross country skis sadly not with us as there was plenty of snow.  Such a great memory.  Then i got us warm milk and a half banana so as to get back to sleep)