Alas, Kat, Tom can't SEE well enough to do much at the computer. I read things to him and handle his email (with him at my shoulder for replies). I think I need to spend more time with him here at Mudcat and nudge him to post more often. I can read for him, I can type.

Tom's in really good spirits despite everything -- including the fact that it's a couple days past a year since he broke his ankle and he's still living downstairs (in other words, not in our bedroom) and life is still not back to whatever passed for normal before that.

Mostly he likes to listen to NHPR when not on the phone with a friend or entertaining visitors (which we really need to do more often). I also read aloud to him. (Right now we're reading "A Cordiall Water" by M.F.K. Fisher.)

And I've been trying to get some sort of a routine hammered out where we can do some writing together -- we make an incredible team. Tom's debate background means he's exceptionally good at outlining and organizing a written piece. But he has a tendency towards verbosity and the passive voice, so after he's blocked it out, I go in and edit and punch it up to be more effective. One plus one equals five.

Later today we'll post an obituary for our old friend Ted Scourtis who passed away last night.

And I've been trying to get him to teach me his "Anglo-Saxon crash thud" style of guitar playing. Actually, completely reteaching me guitar since it's been so long since I've played (and I never was any better than a minimal accompanist to my singing).

And, even if I have to dig out the whip, he IS going to wrap his brain around playing concertina and finding his key without looking at the buttons.

Linn