Ricky, Peter, and Dea have set up a beautiful Christmas tree at home. Dea is savoring a respite from chemotherapy and spending a bunch of time perched in the cool new window seat that Peter recently designed and installed in their living room. I call it her catbird seat. Ricky calls it “The Zone.” It’s the best seat in the house for a daily show that involves two bird feeders, one thousand birds, three pesky squirrels, and a persistent Australian gardener who sculpts little mounds of nirvana just beneath the window out of rich soil and eager plants.
Dea is also appreciating a sweet tide of communication from friends, which lifts all boats in a time of reflection. That said, she asked me to emphasize that her text channels are fully clogged, which makes it difficult to navigate time-critical logistics during the times when she is up and flying through a long to-do list. Instead of using text messages to contact Dea privately, please use email. If you don’t have her address, please drop a line using the form that is below, and we’ll hook you up. The comment section, below, is also a good way to connect.
Apart from the catbird scene, we are surrounded by blessings. The meal calendar is full, Dea’s photo album is packed with smiles, the holidays are upon us and, if you’re reading this note I include you in the proposition that we really have today. Carpe diem.
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