Lisa in Depth 17:24

I woke up to put out the darn alarm. The lil guy woke up and said, “I’m going to the toilet”. 10mins later I got up and the lil guy started to get up. I told him “I’m going to shower, when I’ve finished and I go downstairs I’ll get you”. I went downstairs did some exercises. When I got back up for a shower he was fast asleep. I had my shower, ironed a shirt and got dressed. As I headed downstairs the lil guy suddenly appeared. For breakfast he only wanted milk.
I left the house at 8.42. I left the guy in the care of my mom watching “Are we there yet” - his current fav movie.

I got to the training centre at 9.57am. Lisa arrived soon after. She was looking trim. She was still suffering some of the symptoms of the viral bug but able to function. I brought her up to date with my sister’s situation. She told me a little more about her mum’s condition. So the first 15 minutes was a good old chat. The rest of the morning, up to the break, was her focused on her work and me on mine.

Breaktime: I offered her a drink. She smiled huge (small things can bring a massive smile to her face) - I wish I knew what significance my offering her a drink meant. She said yes. Only us 2 at the table today. Lisa, I have discovered, loves gossip. She remarked on DH now followed the new girl into the “other room” every breaktime. G and S were off today. Lisa told me about her mum. She also told me about how she was hit by an illness at the same time as her mum. It took the doctors 4 months to do something about Lisa’s illness. She told me some real personal stuff.

So enthralled in our conversation were we that a staff member had to hall us back in 5minutes late. The time leading up to dinner was mostly quiet. I checked if the lil guy was fine (over the phone) and he was.

Dinnertime: I said to her “see you later”. She repeated. She went off. I went off.

After dinner Lisa had brought a magazine and perused it and eventually got caught.
She got a text message that excited her. Her goddaughter’s mother had decided to baptise her goddaughter. Lisa was excited and was already wondering what she would wear, what her goddaughter would wear. Lisa used to go to church every Sunday in Portugal and also when she first came to this country. Only as she was exposed to our lack of faith did she stop attending. But it is obviously still an important part of her make-up.

Breaktime: She looked through her magazine - she’d seen a jacket “to die for” and where she could get her hands on it. I asked her about her sister - times are tough for her sister. Her parents want her sister to head back to this country. The sister has spent time here but hated it. So despite having no job, in Portugal, and living with her parents, she obviously feels more comfortable in Portugal.

After break: Not many laughs.

Home time: I said, “See you tomorrow”. I headed home. The lil guy is asleep. He is coughing. Maybe yesterday tired him out.

Summary: I didn’t seek out contact with Lisa. When I did go near the strength of my feelings multiplied. We had NO physical contact - I wonder how much pure-electricity that would have generated. I still have no idea why I have been shunned on Sunday. Her goddaughter did not come over the weekend - so it wasn’t her I saw. Lisa is still on dial-up - although it is faster than AOL dial-up, which she recently dropped. I don’t know if I dread the ending of our time in April or look forward to a finale of sorts.
Me: I feel like I’ve taken pain-killers for my heart. Feeling sad, lonely - kinda like the lil guy :( . For some reason I really want Lisa to meet the lil guy.

Good news: My sister did her hair today. She hadn’t been able to raise her arm on Sunday. But she managed it today - I had faith in her. Lisa had mentioned her mother being unable to regain the same strength and mobility (in her arm) as she had before her cancer operation.