Husband and I had a little venture outside the house together in the late morning. He wanted to go visit the folks in the building where he works, and since he is not allowed to drive for awhile, I played chauffeur.
One more reason I want to watch the movie Driving Miss Daisy, which was my gift request for Mother’s Day, but the viewing has been set aside for other situations.
Anyway, the shopping list had a pair of suspenders written, so finding some meant he could be dressed a little nicer than the drawstring sweatpants. A belt is too confining and irritates the incision area. He showered and shaved, saying he wants to prove he really is on the mend.
We don’t have a Handicap tag, but I parked as close as we could get to the building, considering all the construction.
He was able to walk in, but headed for the elevator rather than use the stairs. Only the second time I have been in the elevator there.
All the guys in the Tech room greeted us warmly, then we made our way to different offices. All said they are glad to see him up and around, sympathy that he cannot ride his bicycle for weeks, grateful for good medical resources.
Then we went to McDs for carryout. It being a week since he left the hospital, he is getting more comfortable with foods in small amounts. We shared a southwestern dinner salad at home, and both of us are fine with that.
He changed back into comfy clothes, then went to our bed for a nap because Oscar had claimed the couch while we had lunch.
His latest request is bread pudding, the way I always made it when the boys were toddlers. I found the recipe in the Betty Crocker cookbook (which had been a wedding gift) have the ingredients laid out, the dishes ready, but seem to be very reluctant to have the oven on for the 65 minute baking time.
My schedule book says this was to be the day I would be driving back from Ohio. Good thing I write in pencil, because I erased the message.
the last 16 days have zipped by with a blur
~~love and Huggs, Diane