present

What a surprise to hear a voice on the phone saying, "Hi, it's Mim."  Had just gotten back from an early morning bop.  Her voice sounded so much lighter than I remembered, less guarded.

Strange, but true - someone had called her about a Mary Englebreit calendar & address book they'd found on the counter of the Southampton Post Office.  Called her, the first name in the book.

What a happy oops!  Fun talk with my big sis, for over 15 minutes.  Recalled some special moments in our lives, got an update on Peter.

Per Mim, Peter is going to be transferred soon to another medical facility.  She's not sure where he is right not, other than not at Mercy Hospital, and doesn't know where he's headed.  Reynolds is coming up from North Carolina to help facilitate the move.  What a good son!  Am sure it's a comfort to Whitney, way down in Melbourne, AU, to know her bro is doing all he can, in spite of the distance.

It was a zippity-do-dah-day call!  Have learned not to press for more information than I'm given.  Feels like that can be experienced as pressing.  Instead, it felt light-hearted all the way through.  And I didn't get off the phone wishing there was more.  Stayed in the present moment, which was the best present of all!