First Wave
It seems as if the snow is coming in multiple waves. I look outside and I can’t give an estimate of the inches. White on white allows for no measure.
When I got up last night for a trip to the bathroom, the deer were plentiful in the backyard. Two smaller deer were not far from the house. Though I don’t turn on lights, it seemed they sensed an intruder. Each of the two jumped over our picket fence in a blink of my eye. That was quite the sight.
January 11th cannot come soon enough. That is the surgical date for Dennis to have the remaining three toes taken off of his left foot. All seemed to be going along well with the healing. In a heartbeat, the little toe began turning black. Infections can remain in our systems without warnings. Dennis’ temp has been the same good range for all of this duration. Heaven knows I check it often enough. This sure took us by surprise. Within the last days, Dennis has pain in the foot. As I said January 11th cannot come soon enough. This Thursday Dennis will have an ultrasound as a heads up for the condition of the arteries before surgery. One step at a time. I can’t believe I am saying this, but . . . Dennis is not welcoming visitors right now. With what he is dealing with, it’s hard to stay positive all the time. I think he has done rather well through this last year and a half.
The Christmas tree is beckoning to be stuffed back into its box. “It is “Ho-Ho-Ho’d” out.
The homemade soup was a winner, so we will have an encore of it this evening.