Today Dennis and I had a road trip to Mankato. He was scheduled for an ultra sound on the right side of his neck followed by an office call with his surgeon.
We chatted all the way. Trooper that he is, I most likely would have been quiet and a bit nervous. As luck would have it the heater in the pickup really was kicking out a very warm pickup cab.
We began reminiscing about vehicles we had each ridden in decades ago. I know Mom had an old quilt on the floor of the back seat. There was no back seat heater fan in the late 50s model of the green Plymouth. On cold winter car trips there was no one who cared who was touching who. No one cared who was looking at who. The four of us kids huddled together bound by a quilt over our laps and legs. Warmth in numbers. Dad loved those trips. Not once would ne need to stretch his right arm over the front seat and swipe at one of us. Today it felt good to crack a window open for a bit and take in some of the single digit air.
We spent the entire morning at the Mankato Clinic and the wheels are in motion as to when Dennis will be checking in for surgery. Of course, he has to have a pre-op physical by our local doctor first. Then those results will be studied with what the surgeon saw in the ultrasound. Tick-tock.
We are home safe and sound and it feels oh so good.