Tuesday was the Tea Party for four manor residents.
Gene went to the grocery store for most of the party fare and bought cookies and cucumbers and thin white bread for buttered tea sandwiches. He even found the Queen's recipe!
For my part, I cleaned the patio and cut roses and whipped up scones, and made an ice ring with silk flowers frozen between layers of water. During The Purge of Kitchen Doodads several years ago, our ancient handed down punch bowl, cups and ladle were dismissed with fond farewell. So for tea, other utensil improvisations were in order. It all worked out. More or less. Except we limped along without a ladle, pouring sherbet and 7-up punch from a pitcher into clear plastic cups.
This week I accompanied Julie when she went to her long awaited appointment with the ophthalmologist. After the exam, he launched into a speil about how she would be having corrective surgery on her crossed eyes later in the summer at Children's Hospital in Denver. I stopped him in his tracks when I brought up her winter flight to Denver for medical reasons, explained issues with pressure sores, the ambulance ride home that exacerbated the wounds, and ended my diatribe with the declaration that it would be very difficult to get her transported over to Denver.
Long story, but the female ophthalmologist who corrected her eyes back in 1993 is still practicing in Denver and this current specialist with confer with that woman, reaching back 23 years into Julie's medical records and will likely, hopefully, be doing the corrective eye surgery on Julie in August. Yes, Julie definitely needed a change in lens prescription but will wait for new lenses until after the eye surgery.
I am leaving today for Bangor, ME for the Cineast Scrabble Tournament in Castine, Maine. It should be lots of fun, and I will be glad to get away for a week. Julie has been testy.
