Friday, January 09, 2004
Now that the time for Willa's surgery is drawing near, I am trying to decide what type of information I should post on this page. Of course, I will give Willa's overall condition, but I think that I need to do a little more. For instance, perhaps I should describe the contents of my wallet, or the latest book I have read--"Smiley's People" (a Christmas gift from Willa).
I know Willa talks about her dreams. The only dream I recall recently was that the tires and wheels were stolen from my old 1967 Mustang GTA, and that I was really pissed off.
Then there's the cats. It's easy to report on their antics. It's like having a pair of very friendly weasels in your home. I will refrain from any hunting or fishing reports, since most of you who read Willa's journal would have absolutely no interest in such things, and you might be offended.
My feeling about her surgery is one of confidence tinged with caution. The idea of my beloved being operated on bothers me. I never really expected her to have such a condition. I thought after the breast cancer scare that we were home free. Oh well. That's life. Just when you think you have things figured out, you get thrown a curve. It's a good thing I was a pretty good curve ball hitter.
In the future, I will try not to ramble on, and keep it simple and short. I know that all of the emails and good wishes from Willa's readers mean a great deal to her and to me.
Be seeing you,
Cline
I know Willa talks about her dreams. The only dream I recall recently was that the tires and wheels were stolen from my old 1967 Mustang GTA, and that I was really pissed off.
Then there's the cats. It's easy to report on their antics. It's like having a pair of very friendly weasels in your home. I will refrain from any hunting or fishing reports, since most of you who read Willa's journal would have absolutely no interest in such things, and you might be offended.
My feeling about her surgery is one of confidence tinged with caution. The idea of my beloved being operated on bothers me. I never really expected her to have such a condition. I thought after the breast cancer scare that we were home free. Oh well. That's life. Just when you think you have things figured out, you get thrown a curve. It's a good thing I was a pretty good curve ball hitter.
In the future, I will try not to ramble on, and keep it simple and short. I know that all of the emails and good wishes from Willa's readers mean a great deal to her and to me.
Be seeing you,
Cline
