Update on Recovery.

 Update on Recovery.

 

Sometimes we hear what we WANT to hear, don’t you see? Well, Jenn looked up on ChapGT or something like that and searched for the timeline for recovery on this upcoming surgery. She won’t be going home for a while.

 

We had wonton soup today that Sheila Hemphill made for us. Oh boy! It reminds me that those wraps can be fried and are so good when they crunch—and now know that they are good in wraps around chunks of stuff and cooked in soup base. Wow! Anyway, love that kind of food. We never ate any kind of shrimp for years, and this old person still does not make an effort to buy the stuff, but it is pretty good mixed with pork or whatever. Asked Jenn if it could be done with chicken, but she said it would not make a decent ball to put inside the wrap stuff. Guess that would make a big difference. But then, some of us tend to be cheap! (ME!)

 

My very first grandchild, Grayson Ostand, will turn 29 tomorrow. It seems strange to think that it has been that long. Lewis had a picture of that little guy in his tool box for years. He was SO proud of that little man. Grayson’s first word was “truck.” He loved going out to sit inside Lewis’ truck and turning all the knobs and playing the radio or, after he could walk somewhat, playing in the bed of the truck. Good memories.

 

John Rhoads stopped by with a yellow rose today and handed it to Jennifer. She had no idea that he brings flowers every year on January 13, the date we lost our youngest boy. They were fond of each other. Some folks are just special in your life. It has been eight years now.

 

Keep finding cords and plugs for various things like phones and a Kindle or two. It would be so wonderful if these things were all the same size or at least interchangeable. Someone needs to invent a plug that will allow a person to go from one size to another without having to buy a new cord and plug thing. Sigh. Can always think of things that need to be invented, but have absolutely no inventive powers of my own. Such is life.

 

Put up a schedule on the cabinet to remind us when to leave the doors open to prevent freeze damage under the sink. Never really mind winter all that much as long as the electricity does not go out or the roads don’t freeze over. Jenn reminded Dr. Kern that the last time he worked on me, he nearly got wrecked just trying to get to work. We had a really bad freeze that February! And here we go again! Pray for decent weather for next week, please.

 

Thompson has been working overtime on barking. Think he is going blind—or at least the cataracts are progressing to a greater extent. He got out yesterday, so Jenn closed the gate on the east lots to keep him closer to the house. He is not a happy camper. Sweet ol’ boy!

 

May each of you feel gratitude for the peace given to us by God each day.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.