Wind Blown
From the time I got up this morning, the wind chimes in the evergreen northwest of my bedroom were clanging. I was up at four. Seeing as we needed to be on the road by seven for an appointment. I got the coffee pot going and clicked on the early morning news. I knew eventually the noise would roust Dennis gradually. That works so much better than being shaken awake.
Hmm. The sun was just breaking the cloudy horizon. I had forgotten how the workforce could make such heavy, fast moving traffic.
We got to the appointment in plenty of time. My ole cowboy doesn’t believe in being late. Dennis could have sat in his little red pickup for a long time and watched the cranes that were at work putting three more floors onto the existing hospital. I get that. My dad would have been the very same way. The intrigue of it all.
A good report was had. Progress is ongoing with the wound. November 17th we make a trip back to Dr. Madsen’s second in command. Check and balances warding off possibility of infection.
We stopped for some groceries. I didn’t have much of a list. I could hardly believe that where we stopped did not have soda crackers or Progresso Chicken Noodle soup. Nope. The reply was that there has been a shortage of some items, listing them as being back ordered.
Coming home, the wind from the north could be felt on the little red pickup. The most important thing is that we are home safe and sound. From my perspective, the day is shot.
It’s a good thing the farmers hauling in their grain are making the most of the entire day. There is only one farmer hauling in their harvest via a tractor and two grain wagons. The remainder are 18 wheelers with huge grain trailers. Changing times.