Best of Times, Worst of Times

Last night when I was at Steven and Robin's, I noticed that his computer desktop was from a photo he took during their November, 2000 visit to Tucson. At the time, I was really, really sick, voiceless, coughing up blood, miserable. But we were all so happy to have them visit that my mood brightened long enough to move around. Forbidden to talk, I wrote my portion of conversations out on a pad of yellow paper. And I played around with the guitar. Sinceknicolini has just started taking guitar lessons with this same, bargain-basement Yamaha, I thought I'd share:

Bean is wearing the pink raincoat that Russ and Joe got her. Somewhere, Tibbs was letting her spirit sink into our new home. We had begun our new life, but the most painful breaks with our past were yet to come.