A day late and a dollar short -- Sometimes I can't get to my blog before hitting the sack. So here was yesterday's news. In a phrase - Jimbo and Jocko are together again!
Dave picked Jack up at the airport, and they arrived back at Dad's about 1:30. I missed the reunion, as I was talking to Molly's painter, getting an estimate for painting our ceilings. There was joking already going on by the time I arrived - as you can imagine. Jack brought along a stack of photos - from old ones of Grandma and Grandpa to more recent ones. I think I had seen only one of them before, so it was a real treat. We are going to scan them and then we'll be able to share.
Jon and I were able to get out for a nice walk yesterday. Today (Sunday) I want to take Jack and Jon on the mile walk Dad used to do. I don't think we'll be stopping for a beer afterwards, though.
Dad's pain seems to have leveled off. He doesn't seem to have ongoing pain, or at least he's not talking about it, but he gets sudden "grabs" in his chest. He hasn't agreed to more oxygen. I think he's "manning up" with his brother here, which is totally unnecessary when it comes to pain. But try telling Dad that!
A friend of mine brought over two big bags of food yesterday - a complete Italian dinner of pasta fagioli and a bolognese sauce, dried pasta, bread and a bottle of Marilyn Merlot! She also included a big batch of chicken and rice soup. I have some fabulous friends.
This is short; it's another day and there things to do, places to go and people to see!
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