July 5, 2014
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in all sincerity
After yesterday's two hamburgers, a hotdog and a pile of potato chips, the bathroom scales say I didn't gain a pound. Time to buy new scales?
Blood oxygen up to 98% today. Woohoo!
Weekly Mother's day, delayed. Marion joined us.
For lunch, Marion and Mary ate two of our hamburgers from yesterday. Mother had a chicken pot pie. I chose a turkey burger patty left from yesterday, some baby potatoes and the last of George's snap beans. Tomato on the side. Watermelon and cantaloupe appetizers for all.At cards, Mother asked me in all sincerity, what was the lowest bid she could make. We play rummy.
Throughout our games, brother Marion always agonizes, waiting till he can get relief from his two o'clock Parkinson's medication. Today, he also had a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Had fallen out of his bed this morning. He manages to divert some of his attention, by cards and a constant stream of half-mumbled talk, half to himself and half to me. Thus, we are there for him.
"Oh, what a day I'm having."
As Mary and I were about to take Mother and Marion home, sister Deborah called. She wanted us to pass through her driveway and see a piece of "history". When we got there, she pointed out two flower beds she was working on. One was lined with stones taken from Papa Routt's old log house, now gone. They surrounded peonies taken from Mama and Papa Routt's graves. Nearby, she showed us tubs that Grandma Beadie and Mammy had used. There was more than I recall at the moment. All very interesting. Seems sister Deborah is creating a family history museum to rival brother Marion's antique tractor museum.Mary and I took our guests home and made a stop at Kroger The Costa Rica and Netherlands game was at half time when we returned home. We pulled for Costa Rica, naturally. Had a house there for some years. The Ticos held off the Orange 0-0 through 45 minutes of regular time and 30 minutes of overtime, but fell during penalties. Whom will we pull for now?
The hibiscus are finally breaking out.
I accompanied Mary as she watered the plants, then watched the night come on from the outpost. The air was sweet and pure.69.9 °F, clear.
Comments (7)
Wonderful photos. I think your portrait of Marion is poignant. Glad you are breathing easy.
Pull for whichever Latin country is still in there.
We see marion is suffering on the picture . I have compassion for him .
What Deborah is doing is a way to remember the ancestors who are gone .
In friendship
Michel
I feel for Marion. Glad you are breathing better. I have one lung restricted and sometimes get out of breath, but never badly.
Mmmm, baby potatoes and snap beans!
Lovely hibiscus! I wish my parents had a hibiscus.
I'm sorry for Marion's suffering.
I think I want a potato. you have 4 there. I doubt you would miss one too much. Hehe. mmm I love potatoes.
gorgeous! flower ~