302/365 Home in this Town

This is the only hometown our child will remember, and while hometown will always mean the place you grew up, this is feeling more and more like a hometown. Tonight, while we enjoyed jazz, conversation, Merlot and good food with some friends (and my dad), I was thinking about hometowns. In a year where almost everything was lost I've also discovered everything we've found: the schools to work in, a truly caring voice teacher for our girl, a high school opportunity she would never have had on Long Island, and chances for all of us to sing, dance and act in live theater and chorale performances. But most importantly we've found dear, dear friends there for us in times of need and in times of laughter, willing to offer prayers bedside in the ICU, to speak up and seek out career options for us, to advise and console, to laugh with us and share their time with us. We're more and more comfortable here, thirteen years into our Florida adventure. Friends, laughter, music, work. Our new hometown.

158/365 7 days later...

Update: My dream came true. In February, 1983, when I began a relationship with Prince Charming, and again today, when I took home that same prince. Healed well enough to be annoyed at the girls' talking during the Tonys, it's my man.

Moving forward, we're looking at 2 weeks with the Frankenstein look (30+ staples and sutures on the hairless pate) before our wonderful neurologist can begin her investigation to get to the bottom of this. The fact is that a spontaneous bilateral subdural hematoma sometimes just happens. The academic in Dr. H is determined to find and cure the chain reaction that began with the headache of March 19th, 100+ days before The Headache that almost claimed my P.C., above. Too many questions remain to be answered, but we love living too much to step into the future with fear. Caution, okay. But living half way isn't our life. We have a second chance at that life together, me and the shiny-headed prince.