Sunday, January 19, 2014

I confess: I'm fickle

The Glendale train station is an architectural gem
Cheating on the freeway system that I professed my love for yesterday, I took the train to see the man who loves me this morning. I awoke at 3:30 a.m. (and yes, that's when he awoke, too, I learned) and couldn't get back to sleep. Brimming with worry, I decided I would leave my mom home alone for a few hours and pay a visit to the hospital.

More train station architecture

So I trained past green fields and fallow fields.


Suburbs where horses reigned,



Orchards....


Barren rocks...


The weird temporary plastic green houses sheltering some crop or another that you see around here,


and strawberry fields...forever


Back to this.


Early this evening, I learned that the man who loves me was finally moved out of the critical care unit.

Dear Ozzie,


Your bed is ready.

Love, Harriet

4 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I love the color of these photos -- they go along perfectly with the Ozzie and Harriet theme. And I'm relieved that the man who loves you is recovering from his surgery. I've thought of you two for days, sent you love and strength and courage. I look forward to seeing the man who loves you with you on his arm soon.

lily cedar said...

I'm glad the surgery went well.

Ms. Moon said...

May he be back in his Ozzie bed soon with his loving Harriet right there to tend him and delight in his presence.

Andrea said...

Such sweetness, the journey and the treasuring of it and the sharing of it. And the side by side beds and what this must feel like for him to look forward to - real care from the one he loves.