Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I find myself frozen, waiting.  Ostensibly I'm waiting to hear about the MRI results, but I notice little things, like not having knitted the last few weeks, so last night I took up my knitting while we watched "The Martian".  The desolate Mars was perfect for my mood, and I had to laugh at myself for melodramatizing ordinary love and worry of a mother for her daughter.  I'm now waiting to hear her interviewed on the radio for her novel.  That's exciting.  She's doing a much better job of living in the moment than I am.  Her childhood friend is with her, and I know they are having fun, and in two days her younger brother comes up to be with her for two weeks.  She's well cared for.  Over the weekend her stepmother and half brother will visit from Ireland, and they are dear and fun people.  I am rehearsing the loss, and that is unwholesome.  I need to remember my practice, and be pleased with her voice on the radio, her words on paper, and her liveliness right now.