09/07 2eme semaine/2nd week

Pas grand chose de nouveau pour cette derniere semaine de vacances. De beaux vols en planeur, avec des plafonds hauts a 13500' et de beaux Cumulus.

Florence grandit toujours, et c'est impressionnant. Pres de 2-3 cms par semaine! Les mains s'allongent, les pieds se modifient, les jambes deviennent bouffis. Les gargouillements suivent les sourires, et c'est un plaisir de passer du temps avec elle.

This was, sadly, the last week of Richard's vacation. Alas, back to work. But, regardless, we had a great last week, albiet a busy one with little sleep. Florence had her usual doctor appointments, we continued working on her exercises, and, good for Richard, he was able to get in a great gliding day (one of his best per his words) and also have a nice, albiet short, visit from a good friend, Eric.

As for Florence, again, we're still working away at her exercises. They aren't as easy to perform now, as her awareness of the world around her is growing daily, wherein she is easily distracted by seeing so many things for the first time. A cat, a sign, a light flashing, a new sound. All is new to her and oh so fascinating. Thank goodness, she is making progress, albiet slowly (apparently albiet is the word of the hour!). Again, I think the slowness is due, in part, that she will not stay in an exact position which would allow us to perform her exercises to the utmost degree. She wiggles and squishes and shifts so as to move her face toward the latest vista. She sure is a cutie.

Also on behalf of Florence, Richard and I fall in love with her more, day by day, as each morning sees a new branch of her personality arise. Oh yes, taking sweet care of her can be tiring but the myriad of laughs and giggles and sweet, albiet wet, kisses help allay the grand fatigue in a most grand way.

As for Richard, he's a champ indeed, staying the course of kindly husband as I attempt to make my way from moment to moment bleary eyed from a mixture of exhaustion, hunger, and mental fatigue. In fact, the fatigue highlighted itself not just this week when, after Richard called to let me know he arrived at the glider port, our having a small conversation prior to his hanging up to start his gliding day, I called a few hours later to said same glider port wanting to know if they had seen him, as I had (thought) I had not heard from him and feared for his safety, especially as he way making his way to the glider port via a single engine (airplane). It was only after threatening to call out the Marines to commence a search and rescue did my tired memory recall that I had spoken to him post touch down not just a few hours earlier. Sigh.... Fatigue? Or just plain ol' losing it????????? Sigh again.........

Regardless, life is grand and on this late day during this late hour I call myself a lucky woman, though my hair is a mess, my clothes are a mess, my face is a mess, I'm just a plain ol' mess, and, pretty much, I'm guaranteed not to get too good of sleep tonight. But, alas, I am loved and love two most precious people - truly, madly, deeply.

So, who can complain, n'est pas?

Out.