Ritual

Okay. That’s the subject. We are back at our regular Thursday night writing ritual. We have lit the candle. Emmy has a glass of water at her right hand. She is cooing at Arlo at bit. She hasn’t been here for nearly two months. In that time she has had major surgery for what we feared was a fatal disease. The news was good. The day of the surgery her doctor came down to the room where I was waiting and told me there was not malignacy. I was so prepared for bad news, I made him repeat what he had sad three times. In the weeks since she has been recovering from the surgery. We took a few trips down to Solomons when she felt better. She bought herself an “it’s not cancer” ring at Meartons Jewelers – a beautiful fire opal and diamond ring that cost more than my hot tub did. But it made her happy. On our last trip she surprised me with a seed pearl and garnet necklace that matched the one John gave me for Christmas. She said it was a thank you gift for all the time I spent with her in hospitals and doctor’s offices over the past few months. I accepted it with gratitude though I was a bit embarrased. So we’re writing again. John is at his regular Thursday night meeting. The dogs are walked and fed. I am writing for the first time on a new –smaller – laptop. I like it. I am upset because I have managed to lose my thumb drive. Most of the writing is stored on my other laptop of my computer at the office, but not the revisions I did on my second novel. I know that I’ll find it somewhere. I don’t lose things, in spite of what John always says. I am working in a newer version of word than I am accustomed to and there are new icons on my tool bar. And new fonts. Very cool