MrsDoF's Dear Ones

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

for those of you who are looking for something new
you won’t find me writing here right now

updates for my husband’s stay in the hospital
are in the comments at Decrepit Old Fool

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Dear Ones,
Last evening when I went to bed, I thought Oscar was in his safe spot under the basement steps
the place where he goes when there is thunder

at 3:20 when I woke up to use the bathroom,
the sky was quiet so he should have been on the bed in his usual place beside my shins

He Was Not

I went to see if he was on the back porch waiting to get inside

No again

I went back to bed anyway, was not quite alert enough to put on a bra and shoes then go hunting

he was waiting on the front porch when I opened the door to bring in the paper

Good thing the boy kitty is still with us.

When Geo was passing a kidney stone in early Dec 1992, there had to come a transfer from our local hospital to
one in Urbana covered by our then insurance.

I picked Geo up at Brokaw, chart and X-rays in hand, brought him home
we took a very sick Leica cat to the vet for the final trip
came home, he dug a hole in the back yard
saying the moving would help pass the stone

when the boys got home from school we buried our kitty
then I drove Geo to Carle hospital in Urbana

I don’t think my husband could stand another cat dying while he was dealing with physical pain

so Man oh Man, was I glad to see the whiskers,  gray and white head-to-tail fur ball this morning

I alternated between hugging and scolding him for 10 minutes
and then I set a nice spoonful of 9 lives in a dish in front of his koot widdle face

he’s on his shelf by the window now—I made sure of it

~~love and Huggs, Diane

The deluge of rain today brought some water in the basement.
this house is old, without a sump pump
this morning, I had put down a couple old towels to catch it, and squeezed them out in the mop bucket.
Not even a half gallon to pour out.

The dehumidifier machine is running nicely, and it is easy to empty.

Here’s hoping we don’t have to pull out the wet vac machine, cuz that is usually Geo’s duty and I would have to figure out how to even turn the thing on.

Chris called to say the sump pump at his house had quit.
I said “it’s a rental, call the landlord”
which had already been done and they found a broken piece of an old Game Boy in a very important place

All Righty then, not caused by the current guys.

When I was getting tired of the hospital, Geo’s boss was there, and it seemed he needed to get some info about the job,

so I decided to come on home in time to watch JEOPARDY!
Mahalia and I have a date every afternoon.
When she hears the music, she jumps onto the couch and we watch Alex together.

There is a regularly scheduled monthly meeting this evening, and my husband is insisting that I attend.  He says he wants me to have something else to talk about tomorrow.  He says the nurses are doing a fine job of taking care of him.

Gotta go put a load of laundry from washer to dryer before I go out.

Thanks for reading!

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Over at Decrepit Old Fool, his birthday post there is a long list of comments about what’s happening with us.

When I called my mom to tell her, she said that Mother’s Day should be more happy than what we’re going through.

Although, I did get a gift from our youngest son Christopher.

George would not let me bother Chris in the middle of the night, not even because of a trip to the ER.
he said the boy needs his rest, nothing to worry on

My guess is, he doesn’t want the kid to think his dad is a mere mortal

When Husband went into surgery, I went as directed out into the waiting area.  It is rather large, holding over 50 seats, and looking out over the escalators.

At 5:00 on a Sunday morning, I was the only person waiting.  And George was unconscious and no longer had any say-so in what should be done.

It was then that I used the phone to get Chris.
He is the youngest, the son who stayed living at home the longest, the kid still in town coming by for laundry and to raid the fridge.

And that room is really big.

Not even 15 minutes later, I glanced up from my crochet hook and saw a shadow pass the corner of the hallway.

there he was, tall and and strong
T.H.E.R.E. because his mom had called

He and I have been through some times together.

when the neighbor’s cat got hit by a car,
he gave them the report

taking Finals at the community college the same week

a trip to Grandma’s in Ohio when he was 12,
and another when he was 21
2 people in a car with a broken cd player, for TEN hours

my son opened wide his arms. . . and I ran into them

and that was when I stopped holding back the tears
while he held me close
and his own fell silently down his cheeks dripping onto the top of my head

When I left the hospital this evening, Chris was asking if his dad wanted more ice chips while they were waiting on a Tech to come help with the walking.

Gifts come in many forms.

My Mother’s Days have turned out a-okay.

~~love and Huggs, Diane