Chapters of My Life (Every New Moment is a Chapter in My Life)

Original Entry Date: 06.18.03

A Week In Kourtnee’s World, No Work Today

7-18-97, 10:00 AM

I woke up. Kourtnee was sitting at the desk in my room looking at some papers. Kourtnee looked at me as I sat up. She got up from the desk and walked over to the bed. After she sat down, she felt my forehead. She asked me was I ok. I nodded yes as I laid my head on her shoulder. She rubbed my head. I closed my eyes.

When I woke up, I was lying down on the bed and Kourtnee was sitting at the desk again. I got up out of the bed and went to the bathroom. As I closed the door, I heard Kourtnee tell me not to throw up all over the floor again. I laughed.

I finished in the bathroom. I walked through the study into the nook that adjoined the study. I was still trying to figure out what the nook was for. It looked like another living room, as if the house needed another living room. The nook had two love seats, a small couch, a shelf which had books on it, and a TV in it. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV using the remote control. I didn’t really want to watch TV, so I flipped through all of the channels we had.

I heard Kourtnee calling my name. I didn’t answer. I really didn’t have the strength. Kourtnee’s voice sounded as if she had walked from the end of the hall that we were on to the other end of the hall. Then her voice sounded like it was coming back down to this end of the hall. It was funny listening to her going all over the hall calling my name. I got up and walked out of the nook, through the study, and into the hallway. She looked at me and made a face as she said, “You think it’s funny to have me running around calling your name.” I leaned up against the wall and smiled. Kourtnee asked me was I hungry. I told her that I was. She grabbed my arm and led me downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Jackson was in the kitchen stirring something in a pot. Mrs. Jackson smiled at Kourtnee and me as we walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the pot and tried to look into it, but Mrs. Jackson told me to get back before I could look into the pot. Kourtnee sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island. Mrs. Jackson told me to go sit down. I compiled. Mrs. Jackson went to the cabinet and got two bowls out of the cabinet. She took the bowls over to the stove and put some kind of soup into the bowls, and then she brought both of the bowls over to us. After she sat the bowls down, I looked at the soup. It looked funny. It was some kind of broth. I looked at Kourtnee who was eating the soup. Mrs. Jackson told me to quit playing around and eat the soup. I looked at Kourtnee then at Mrs. Jackson. I asked them what kind of soup it was. Mrs. Jackson told me to just eat the soup. I looked at the soup and then at Kourtnee. She smiled at me and told me to taste the soup. I did not want to taste the soup. Mrs. Jackson asked me if I wanted her to fix me something else. I looked at Kourtnee before I answered Mrs. Jackson. Kourtnee gave me this look that said, “At least taste the soup!” I looked at Mrs. Jackson and told her no. I took a deep breathe and then tasted the soup that I had in the spoon. The soup was not like any other soup that I had tasted before. It had a hint of chicken, lemon, and something else. It tasted ok. I ate the whole bowl of soup.