Slipping into the tempo
Trip Start Jan 16, 2007
51Trip End Mar 01, 2007
I feed Lucy her first dose of drugs through a syringe (no needle!). She´s well trained in this and sucks out the 5ml of thick, pink fluid in her sleep, drawing the plunger away from my thumb.
Roosters call from wherever the hell roosters abide in a city of 2.5 million. I fire up the reluctant fluorescent light on the patio, jot down yesterday´s happenings and work through some Spanish lessons. The city wakes around me -- few cars on our street, but voices clear through doors and windows of the tight tenements around us
Both kids have false starts, ending up asleep again with Julie in the big bed. The mattress springs prod my bulk all night, but the three of them all sleep comfortably until 9 a.m. or so. We´ve brought a jar of peanut butter and dozens of fruit leathers. These, with whatever juice and bread we´ve purchased, constitutes breakfast.
On our trip to the South Pacific with Lucy as a baby, it was easy to forget she was even there sometimes. Not so here. Beyond the obvious attention her illness has demanded, Lucy is the barometer for our day, and her interests form the focus. So, the padlock on the gate to the rooftop beyond our rebarred patio must be unlocked before breakfast, and chalk drawing must take place before she goes to the toilet or brushes her teeth. And then, the day proper can begin.