Sunday, January 9
Davis was going to come for a visit, but he called around 10:00 AM to say
he'd caught the flu and couldn't make it. Don and I went shopping at the
Farmers' Market anyway and we bought all the fixings for a scramble,
which we made and ate in due time.
That evening, we went to the IMAX theatre at the Tech Museum in San Jose
to see Fantasia 2000. It was part of the El Camino Reelers' Fly-In
festivities. Although I hadn't attended the fly-in, I did talk to Andy
and he said we would have no problem getting in. It was a fun, social
evening. I got to chat with Brad and spoke to Curtis about being Don's
back-up financial power-of-attorney. He said he would be happy to oblige.
Mike and I flirted, and he and Curtis invited Don and me to dinner at
their new house, "as soon as there's electricity." I had a great time
cruising the crowd. I'm looking forward to starting square dancing again
in February.
This evening, while lying in bed, Don suddenly said, "Why am I taking the
bus back from Angelone's?"
"I don't know," I said. "You said you thought it would be a good idea,
but I didn't know if you had plans or anything after the appointment."
"I think I was helping you get back to work on time," he said.
"So, you don't have anything planned after Angelone?"
"No."
"Then it really doesn't make any sense for you to take the bus. I mean,
if I drop you off and leave you there, I only get to Glyphic an hour
earlier than if I waited for you."
"So, it's okay if I go back with you?"
"Of course. But didn't you tell Jessica you'd meet her for lunch?"
"Well, it was nothing definite. I'll call her and tell her about the
change in plans tomorrow."
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Monday, January 10
We drove to Angelone's office in the morning. Leaving at 9:30 AM,
we got there in plenty of time. I should have no difficulty doing
this on a regular basis; staying overnight in San Francisco, Mill Valley,
or Oakland won't be necessary.
We talked to Angelone about the nature of the QEEG therapy. Angelone
made it clear that he was working on controling seizure activity. He
said that Don had shown some seizure activity the last time he had
undergone this therapy, nearly a year ago. "The activity in the temporal
lobe is like kindling," he said. "If it is not under control, it can
catch fire and the whole brain will ignite. That is what we want to
prevent."
"I thought I didn't have a temporal lobe," Don said.
Angelone brought down his model of the brain and showed Don how large
the temporal lobe is. "You still have a deep temporal lobe. You see
how wide it is? Most of it is still there."
I asked how the EEG he had taken last week compared to the EEGs before
the tumor surgery.
"Ah, that's right," he said, "we haven't gone over those. How about we
do that next week, next Monday?"
Don and I agreed we'd be interested in doing that. Then Don began his
QEEG therapy. I read A. R. Luria's The Working Brain while the
equipment squeeked and warbled in the background. Afterwards, Dr.
Angelone seemed pleased. "We are in business!" he said.
I got to work around 2:30 PM, after having lunch with Don at Hobee's.
If I'm going to do this up-and-back-in-one-day routine, I'm going to
have to cut out doing lunch with Don. It makes my start time at work
too late to put in an effective four hours.
Not much work was done this day, anyway. Mark is in serious negotiations
with a client that may require a radical change in our work habits. Mark,
Brad, and I spent most of the afternoon discussing the implications, both
professionally and personally, if the deal went through. I left for a
barber's appointment around 4:30 and returned just before 6:00 to find the
office dark and closed. I sat down and did some work on the interface
project, but left myself around 6:45.
At home, I discussed the possible change at work with Don. He was very
supportive. We have begun to function more and more like a couple, and it
wasn't just the Domestic Partnership papers that did it.
That evening, we decided to have a definite commitment ceremony. We could
announce our intentions at Don's birthday party on the 22nd, and then have
the ceremony itself on the Big Island when we're in Hawaii in February. A
second ceremony in Mountain View later in the spring would allow those
friends who couldn't get to Hawaii (most of my friends would be in this
camp) to attend. We began to warm to the idea.
"We could register at PotteryBarn!" I said.
"And the Bolinas Free Box!" he added.
He sent e-mail to Maha about our plans and left a message for Diana saying
we wanted her to perform the Hawaiian ceremony. She will probably be
attending the Big Island reunion Maha is organizing, so it won't be out of
her way.
All in all, it seems a propitious conjunction of intentions.
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Tuesday, January 11
Don rode his bicycle to meet me at work for lunch. He's getting
pretty good at this "compensating" thing.
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Wednesday, January 12
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Thursday, January 13
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Friday, January 14
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Saturday, January 15
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