Rehab Class

The blood test was a piece of cake yesterday. Commuter traffic was nothing, which now makes me think that tons of people are taking the week off before the holiday weekend. Even the parking at the hospital was a breeze. There were a lot of things I needed to address at the house so I spent most of the day at home. No nap! No time!

We are both looking forward to our celebration weekend, beginning tomorrow. There is a beautiful little former artist community built on a hill down to the ocean, Carmel-by-the-Sea, Clint Eastwood's home town. I have been going there with my parents since the 1960s and it has really changed through the years. With the Aquarium being such a smash hit in the neighboring town of Monterey, Carmel has been reduced to a lot of jewelry stores and art galleries except for the original bakery. Oh yum! There used to be an amazing Mediterranean market and funky stores, old book stores, head shops in the 60s, record stores and always amazing food. We are going to eat at a little place we found the last time we were there. It is impossible to get a table for dinner so instead, we will arrive early for lunch.

It is more about the beautiful drive down the coast than the destination. And being together.

But first, the pulmonary rehab class awaits today. Richard has not attended in many weeks. I worry and miss him. On Tuesday, I was standing next to Bob, who is listed and waiting for "the phone call," when his cell phone began to ring. He grabbed it and said, "No, not it." I asked if his heart raced every time the phone rang. He nodded and almost whispered, "Every time."