Date Night

Last night Alistair and I went on a date. We ate at Montanas (rib night) then went to see The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It was just what we needed, just the right amount of cuteness with a good life story. Maggie Smith’s best line from the movie resonates in my head. “Oh I don’t plan that far ahead, I don’t even buy green bananas”. I’m not sure why but the movie made me think of our time(s) at Palm Coast Marina. I think because we all referred to it as an “assisted living” marina.

The weather has been nice here. Yesterday had a coolness to it that made me have a pang for the boat. As I walked back up Princess Street I felt the sun on my face and with the breeze on my cheeks, for a moment I stood at an intersection, closed my eyes and in that instant I felt like I was on the boat drifting at anchor. For reasons I can’t explain it was the first time I was really missing life on the water.

Al and I are down to counting sleeps and a winkie, as our friend Mike on Nelleke calls them. Two weeks today, his surgery will be over. It’s a good thing too because Al is now experiencing occasional stabbing pains in his head behind his left eye and has a constant feeling of something being in his eye and it weeps quite a bit. The stabbing pain issue is a new occurrence, which I find worrisome and I monitor.

Al’s youngest daughter Tonia will arrive tomorrow night for Fathers Day weekend. We are looking forward to her visit and the diversion.

Next Tuesday Al will head to Hotel Dieu Hospital for his pre-op appointment and which we are told involves blood work and meeting his anaesthetist. He still has to have the extended MRI with the multiple views that are put into 3D for surgery. Since his surgery could take anywhere from 3-13 hours, I’m trying to find just the right knitting project to keep me entertained. It has to be interesting enough to make it fun but not so complicated that I have to be glued to a pattern. So the search continues.