My favorite moment of the past week was ice skating with River. He’s never been and I haven’t skated since high school where I did not have a particularly great experience (what with all the falling that happened). River started out holding on to me, then skating beside me and lastly on his own. By the end he was going around by himself. He fell, a lot. But he got right back up after wiping ice flakes from his reddened hands.  I didn’t fall this time and not sure if it was the youtube video on ice skating for dummies or my yoga muscle and balance (I guess the latter).

Today was a day of having my breasts fondled. As always, I feel a slight adoration of medical staff getting all personal with my body parts with skill, respect and gentleness. It is a professional skill I greatly admire as I could not image manipulating another lady’s breast to sandwich it just so between two clear pieces of plastic. Especially when lack of deodorant revealed the reek brewing in my armpits every time I had to move as I was repositioned for the mammogram. I have benign calcium deposits scattered throughout my breast tissue like freckles.

I’m not a deathiversary person. You can call the anniversary of someone’s death whatever you like and you can do whatever you like on it. You can celebrate. You can ignore. You can spend the day crying. I won’t judge. I think grief is a deeply personal thing and there is no one way (no right way either) to experience the emotions it causes.

I just spent most of Sage’s preschool time taking care of pesky adult things. One of which was sorting out the inevitable insurance drama of a bill that should have been covered and has not which requires me to run about and call people and try to understand the mumbo-jumbo of various forms. The other was yet another phone call to a customer service about our Disney Movie Club account. That one at least, is now happily resolved. The insurance issue continues to unwind at the thrilling pace of snails playing basketball.