Realizing that the incision in your underarm has healed enough that you can play piano without wincing.
Beginning to plan your daughter’s Cleopatra Halloween costume.
Going to a lovely reception for the parents of your daughter’s upper elementary class, and being psyched to find a Dad who’s organizing a weekly boogie-boarding group out at Stinson Beach. Finding out about a surf store that sells cheap wetsuits for kids. Being grateful that there is an upside to not having had the time to get your daughter’s extra-curriculars organized.
Going to a presentation by a college friend of a college friend who’s building schools for girls in Afghanistan. Realizing that my little breast cancer problems are not the worst problems in the world. Imagine a 9-year-old girl who has to risk her life to learn to read. What do women in Afghanistan do when they get breast cancer? I would guess that they die.
Descending into a vortex of decision making and Home Depot/Internet/Pottery Barn browsing as work on our minor renovations begins for real.
Going to the “Summer Party” organized every year by my husband’s company and actually talking to his colleagues. The version in New York (we double-dipped this year) is so large (5,000 guests, about 2,500 staff) that it’s difficult to find people you know. The San Francisco office is smaller, actual community building is a little more possible.
Taking the animals to the annual “St. Francis Blessing of the Animals” at Grace Cathedral. They were actually well-behaved. Will miracles never cease.