Yesterday was the husband's birthday; he spent half the morning in the hospital being zapped by electricity through his heart. Actual terminology is cardioversion; he has been in atrial fibrillation for quite a while now, so that is an effort to get the heart beating correctly. This morning he said his chest felt like someone had punched him hard, poor guy. But yesterday the nurse ordered him a full breakfast and asked kitchen staff for a piece of cake since it was his birthday. Cake was not to be found, but the tray came with a cookie that I wrapped up and took back home for his dessert celebration.
Julie came home two days ago, again in the big white bus, for a lunch with relatives. She comes every Thursday now and seems to enjoy being away from the nursing home. She says she feels like a released inmate when she travels away from there. I hope she is kidding, I think she is kidding, but I understand. Julie gets good care there and the staff is conscientious. I now think of the nurses and activity directors as friends. The on site social worker even gifts Julie various Word Chum apparel and is very fond of Julie. Julie is easy to like.
And next week Julie has two appointments with physicians away from the Manor, so we will both take the big white bus to see a GI doc and a surgeon. Julie will likely have an operation fairly soon to take away some diseased colon, but enough of that.
Frost was on the lawn this morning and it is below freezing during the night hours. An owl was heard hooting around 6 AM, but he has not appeared in our owl house yet. Gene says it sounds like a Great Horned Owl, not like the screech owl that lived in our back yard last winter. We keep close watch on the doggies when they are outside because critters, raccoons and foxes, are coming down from the mountains in search of food.
On the knitting front, I am almost finished with another shawl for Julie. This one I am keeping back as a Christmas present, along with a purchased flannel lounger in exactly the same colors. Notice Libby is modeling the shawl and not seeming very interested in the process.
About time to get out and to the favorite Mexican food place to get Julie and me some take-out for lunch, then on to the Manor. I get enough for us so that I can eat with her not only on Saturdays, but also on Sunday after church. Would that be called left over left overs? The other lunches during the week, I usually take soup and eat with her in the Garden Room at the Manor while she has a food tray served.
Have a good weekend!
