Slept late – 7:20 am, really late for us. Morning yoga at Tejas. We walked down to the studio on Wabash, just around the corner, with our friend and host, Felix, and set up in the front row of the studio. Good solid class. My body needed it. Away from the mat since Tuesday, biopsy on Wednesday, results on Thursday, 8 hour car ride Friday and lots of sitting Friday night. Oh yes, yoga and pranayama and meditation. Amen.
Jimmy made plans to spend the afternoon with his buddy, Tommy, who lives in Fort Sheridan. I was ambivalent about going but dressed and hopped in the car. 6 blocks down Michigan Avenue, caught in the pedestrian traffic from the St Patty’s Day Parade, I turned to Jimmy and said, “Honey, I am going to get out here and walk.” He grimaced, but did not try to dissuade me. I knew that I wanted an afternoon to myself, an afternoon to sit and people watch, to write and, most importantly, to be with me. I like me. We have fun together. We get each other. We enjoy silence. No need for talking or outside stimuli.
Walked, observed for a few blocks then decided I needed to eat something so I stopped at an upscale diner for brunch, omelet and potatoes.
Sat for two hours drinking a latte, savoring every sip, writing haiku on the back of my large paper menu/placemat. Then headed back to the condo, moseying along Michigan Ave taking in the sights and enjoying the fresh air. Back on the 15th floor, I posted several of my haikus, answered some emails, bathed, messed with my hair, which is definitely on a new trajectory, one that is baffling and entertaining at the same time. My hair is the lloudest external expression of who and what I am on the inside. Let’s see what you think.
Bundled up and ready for the birthday party in Evanston I went out to the corner to hail a cab. Five minutes later I was still waving when I nice young man suggested I cross the corner and his friend would help me. It worked. I had a cab within seconds and was speeding down Michigan Avenue, now practically deserted, green people all down for the count or at least off the sidewalks, toward Olgilvie Station. Had no tdouble finding the North Line and buying my ticket. It was a pleasant ride spent visiting with a family from Virginia in Chicago to be with their son/nephew/grandson for his graduation from naval school. There were lots of p-coated young men on the train all of whom looked to be enjoying a day of liberty before returning to base.
Arrived safely at Central Station, where Jimmy fetched me. From there to an evening of festivities. Odd, but fun. A little too organized for my liking but then it was not my party. Lots of presentations. I do mean lots. Some, Deborah’s song in particle,r were very well done. Others not so much.
Driving home in the snow, Jimmy and I reflected on how simple our lives have become. I told him about my conversation with Lila, Joe’s first wife, Reggie’s mother, “Jimmy and I do not talk much during the day. Even though we are both working from home. Our house is very quiet. We eat lunch together, work and pass by one another throughout the day without much interaction. I love it.” She laughed and said, “You don’t talk and you are there in the house together all day?” I smiled and paused before sharing one of my favorite stories about Jimmy and my earliest times together. “Lila, one afternoon, Jimmy and I were walking in the park. We had enjoyed a nice afternoon together. Ready to stop for a moment we found a park bench and sat gazing at the sunset. You know what I noticed? We sat for a long time without saying a word. Nothing. And I was happy. There was no need to “make conversation. I felt deeply connected to him in the silence of that moment.”
So here I am at the computer. Jimmy is off with our friend and yoga teacher, Jim Bennitt, exploring Chicago coffee haunts. What will March 16 bring? Well here is the first news flash. Just got a test from Jimmy with a pic. Check it out. Remarkable.