Friday

Once again Dave and I are leaving Jon with Dad for the evening.  I tried to insist Jon go to Molly's plush guest room, take a sleeping pill, and snooze away, but he insisted even more firmly that he wanted to stay with Dad.  The very good news is that Dad was up only twice last night - a huge improvement.  Let's hope this trend continues!

Dad and Jon were up and drinking coffee by the time Dave and I walked across the street for our coffee (we're at Dad's so much we moved our coffee pot over there).  We didn't stay long, as we were getting ready for a Grandparents' Day program at Chase's school.  Jon stayed with Dad while Dave and I met Molly and Chad at the school.  It was an unbelievably cute and ambitious program and we enjoyed it so much.  I took a few pictures I hope to post on Facebook before too long.

Dad had a longing for Arby's roast beef sandwiches, so we picked some up on our way home.  We arrived home about noon, and we were surprised Charisse had not yet come.  Just as Dad started his sandwich, she came.  He ate just a little bit, not because of Charisse's arrival, but because he started having chest pains.  He says he feels as though his lungs are being stretched.  We gave him a pain pill, then Charisse bathed him.  He felt better being nice and clean and shaved, but the chest problem continued.  We hooked him up to oxygen for a while.  Again he doesn't feel as though anything is happening, but we noticed he seemed to relax and be more comfortable.  Was it the pain pill?  The oxygen?  The combination?  We wish there was a nice tidy answer, but there isn't.

He asked for his pencils and paper again, and also his colored pencils.  He spent almost all  afternoon sketching this and that, mostly shapes, angles, perspectives, etc. but also did a detailed rendition of Jon's Owl's Nest in NOLA.  He was looking at the picture in the Antique Shops & Designers magazine.  I know I'm repeating myself, but considering he is nearly blind, he does quite a job.

We had the Paella Mom sent - yum - for dinner, and Dad started talking about WWII, but quit before too long, saying we don't want to hear it.  That's not the case, he is the one that does not want to talk about it.  That's okay.  Why dredge up bad memories, especially at night?

We left as Dad was watching UConn score a touchdown to go ahead of Rutgers.  Dad wanted coffee and Jon was whispering "decaf" but we didn't have any straight decaf.  Dad took only a short nap this afternoon, so hopefully he, and Jon, will sleep very well tonight.  Dad is really looking forward to seeing his brother tomorrow.  It was a subject of conversation about 10 times today.  We ALL are looking forward to seeing Uncle Jack!