Yesterday was a Good Day. Worked with a great scrub, a surgeon that is difficult but doable, everything flowed well - no technological or supply glitches to mention. Dscrub and I were late last week, the last case, alone, by five hours. This week looked to be shaping up much the same, but the surgeon finished up way ahead of schedule, and we actually got out a smidge early. When I got home D tells me our friends Mike and R are in town for a very short visit, but might stop by, and he got to have lunch with them at the Red Iguana, and brought me home leftovers. This was nearly too much good news for me to handle. So I took a shower and we tidied up, with an eye toward having two children running about. At 7 & 4 years, less of a safety issue.
Now, Mike* & R have a well deserved, and groomed reputation for being late. So I automatically added an hour or two to their proposed arrival time, which proved to be slightly optimistic, but not too much, since we were also prepared for them not to make it at all. Both kids immediately ran down the hall and more or less made themselves at home with little noise or fuss. After greetings, making tea, and adults talking, I got them the toys (a small box with some figures, magnets, marbles, cars) play-doh, crayons and paper, and they pretty much kept themselves occupied. Bright, polite kids, and my admiration for our friends is right off the scale. Oh, I know part of it is their natures, but the other half is the parents not damaging it, or letting it run wild, and this is the kind of family everyone loves to be around. Moby made his usual polite appearance, then settled in the next room. M, the 7 year old girl would have preferred a cat that would be held, but that is not this cat. They have four cats at home, so I assume she did not take it too much to heart.
And we actually had good grown-ups conversation, with the kids included once in a while. I got M some cocoa, left it in the kitchen with her figuring she would bring it in the living room when it was cooled enough. Realized shortly after that she probably wasn't allowed, mentioned this to R, who confirmed. Went back into the kitchen to tell her she didn't HAVE to drink it there, she had the mug still up on the counter and stood with it, assured me "I want to drink it here." Seemed perfectly happy, so I said fine and let her be. P, at four, delighted that we had an Iron Giant figure, and he played with it, and the play-doh for hours. He had much to say about Iron Giant.
Mike so much the same, he and D chatted about all the usual subjects. It's taken me a very long time to warm up to R, always more or less liked her, but didn't feel a connection. Last evening there was something softer about both of us, and I found myself really wanting to be around her.
Moby eager to chase after they'd gone.
All day, aware it was Good Friday, it seemed wonderful just not to have to be in church all day. Holy Week hurt when I was a kid, and in catholic school, we were in church with my class every day as well as in church with my mother all weekend. No choice, I suffered through, bringing out of it only a deep self discipline. And a gladness that I never have to do that again. But I was thinking last night, if he died on Friday, and rose after three days, why is he back walking around on Sunday morning? I know I've never been great at arithmetic, but even I think something is wonky there.
*Mike and Dave get to keep their own first names here, because they have more anonymity with them. How many Daves and Mikes do you know?