Here I am in Charleston, SC, on vacation at my mother's house. I am very happy to be here, watching TV in the evening and stitching away at my needlepoint. We've been shopping, out to eat, to a movie and I have been "cleaning up" her computer. She is kind of afraid of technology, so I have pledged to manage it. AND I talked her into getting DSL. I have been trying to persuade her to get rid of her AOL, too, because I just HATE it. But she clings to its familiarity.
I AM going back to St. Augustine tomorrow morning. Back to the "real" unreal world of jobs and obligations . I will miss her. She is a very special person. How I wish she lived closer. I cannot move, because my career is too firmly entrenched in St. Augie. She WON'T move because of her ties here - she has been here 17 and a half years. I cannot blame her.
I will post more soon. I want to talk about the hate mail I received about a week ago and about the thrill I got singing Madame Strasvichaya (Mme Goldentrill) in Mozart's The Impresario last weekend.
Nearly 5 years ago, I suffered a stroke that left me with numbness and lack of coordination of my right hand and arm. For awhile, I could not speak normally, and I couldn't say my husband's name. With time and occupational and massage therapy, sensation began to return. My speech cleared up within the month. I relearned how to brush my teeth and hair, how to butter toast, how to handle a fork. I used a speech program on the computer for several months, because my right hand could not type. I am very grateful for the lessons I learned from this experience. After 5 years, a person is considered to be at no increased risk of having another CVA (cerebrovascular accident). That's my upcoming milestone!
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What in the world? Hate mail? Are you okay?
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