Quiet Life

Dennis and I got through cleaning up after the summer’s storm of Saturday.  Today, I was ready for my quiet life.  Dennis opted to pick up his friend Dwayne and they motored to McDonalds.  This is one of the healthiest things for my ole cowboy to do.  He is not sitting in his recliner vegging out in front of a television and he is not napping his days away.

I did get laundry going and in between loads, my favorite chair on the patio beckoned me.  The birds in the lilacs were in abundance.  Something would startle them and they all would take off.  The sound of that many fluttering wings was impressive.  Snuggles was busy waiting out a little red squirrel.  Surprisingly he had caught quite a few over the summer months.

Dennis got home about noon and after we got caught up with each other, I told him if he needed me I would be in the studio.  Dennis went on to tackle whatever dishes were in the sink.  I am in charge of laundry and Dennis does a bang up job on the dishes.

We do have an appointment in Mankato tomorrow morning.  Time will tell what Renee, the wound doctor, will have to say.  I have ceased the bales of gauze in dressing Dennis’ foot.  I have had a very personal connection with this foot since October of 2020.  The incision site where the large toe and metatarsal bone have been removed is well healed.  This last spot is on the side of the little toe on the same foot.  I have been using the recommended items for controlling infections.  For Dennis to be walking with foot gear being the same on both feet, he said it felt wonderful.  It has to be better on his back, hips and knees.  The medical boot is clumsy with a sole that is quite thick, thus the steps when walking are uneven.  When Renee sees the adhesive covering I have been using on this wound that is now the size of a well worn nickel . . . Dennis and I have agreed we will go from there.  Worst case being is that we need to stop at the Mayo Store for more gauze.

I am going to spend some time pressing seams from the last strip sewn onto the ever growing log cabin quilt blocks.  Yes . . . my quiet life.