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May. 31st, 2003
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May. 31st, 2003 11:24 pmI think Arlina will get to come home the first part of next week. Everything is going well except that she's still not really eating. I guess that could be a problem.
It was kind of quiet today and we actually had some time to just hang out and do nothing. I took a bunch of pictures, and was even able to read for a while.
We are blessed with a plethora of friends and well-wishers. It's nice, but it can also be overwhelming. Some days there are people from beginning to end. Someone brought us a guest book for visitors to sign, and there are over 200 names so far. Arlina has received so many flowers we have considered opening a little shop.
Ok, I need to vent a little.
There are a handful of well-meaning friends who seem convinced that I am about ready to crack under the pressure. "Are you doing ok? Are you sure? Are you really sure you're ok?" All said while gazing deeply into my eyes. I know their hearts are in the right place, but really, I just want to punch them. I told this to someone, and they looked at me with a meaningful gaze, convinced that I was ready to crack.
And, of course, there's also the tactfully put question (always in hushed tones), "How long do they say she has?. Again, accompanied by the meaningful gaze.
Ok, I feel better now (as you gaze meaningfully at me).
It was kind of quiet today and we actually had some time to just hang out and do nothing. I took a bunch of pictures, and was even able to read for a while.
We are blessed with a plethora of friends and well-wishers. It's nice, but it can also be overwhelming. Some days there are people from beginning to end. Someone brought us a guest book for visitors to sign, and there are over 200 names so far. Arlina has received so many flowers we have considered opening a little shop.
Ok, I need to vent a little.
There are a handful of well-meaning friends who seem convinced that I am about ready to crack under the pressure. "Are you doing ok? Are you sure? Are you really sure you're ok?" All said while gazing deeply into my eyes. I know their hearts are in the right place, but really, I just want to punch them. I told this to someone, and they looked at me with a meaningful gaze, convinced that I was ready to crack.
And, of course, there's also the tactfully put question (always in hushed tones), "How long do they say she has?. Again, accompanied by the meaningful gaze.
Ok, I feel better now (as you gaze meaningfully at me).