Waiting

Auntie & I drove up to the Mirriam this morning for her mastectomy.

Checking in was uneventful. In the waiting room they have a large display screen that tracks patient’s process by number. However, there is no wi fi there, so instead they have my cell phone number and I’m sitting in the cafeteria as I type these words…

Auntie, for those who don’t know, has lived with Jan and me for nearly twenty years when we moved her and my mother in with us. My mom died a little more than ten years ago, but the hobbit as we think of her has hobbited on happily since.

She has parental unit qualities for me, having been presented with my bottom half in my infancy, and when she complained that that was simply because she would be expected to change my diapers, she also owns my right pinkie.

She never married and lives mostly in a fantasy world informed by good vampires and dragons.

At home she cares for the goldfish and is in charge of kitchen clean up (we haven’t asked her to cook since the time she decided to prepare Kraft’s macaroni & cheese with an extra dosing of garlic salt to spice it up…) When the weather permits she also enjoys doing strange and idiosyncratic things in the yard which she likes to call gardening…

I’ve felt pretty calm up until today. Today I’m nervous as a cat. A nervous cat.

I’m supposed to be working on Sunday’s sermon, and somewhere along the line I will have to turn my attention to the project, but for now, my wandering mind is well served by the web and such things as throwing up blog entries…

Waiting…