CR had a biopsy on Friday, but Saturday when I showed up just to be around while he recovered it was obvious he needed to go back to the hospital, so that's where we went. Dick wasn't reachable (maybe now he'll start carrying a cell phone), so I left messages everywhere and just started to take notes in my little Moleskine softcovered (red cardboard covers) booklet that's 3.5 x 5.5. (I always carry one of these around in case I have to write something down and rip it out to give to someone. I don't tear pages out of my journal.)
We are a family of note takers. We keep logs of everything, especially when it comes to health matters. I wanted Dick to know everything they had done for his dad when he arrived.
But after a couple of hours of high activity we hit a quiet spell where CR drifted off to sleep. There were no notes to take, except blood pressure updates (I write everything down). My eye was level with CR's ear and ears are mighty interesting, especially when they have 88 years of wrinkles. Since I can never get CR to sit still in normal times I took advantage to study his ear. And then time kept passing and I kept adding other things. Originally I'd written notes about things I wasn't going to draw and then I started to draw them anyway. I wish I hadn't run out of page—but my mind can fill in the rest of the nose.
It's obvious I wasn't thinking about composition at all, just trying to take my mind off other things. Drawing works phenomenally well for that, and I recommend it.
CR had to stay overnight in the hospital and they still aren't sure what is causing the symptoms he has. They've narrowed it down and we're hoping he can return home tomorrow.