A Tuesday
A Tuesday and Stauffer Avenue is not quite the same without Dennis. Our third night of changes of pace for him and me.
This morning I wanted to be at the hospital for doctor rounds. Our family doctor was onboard and saw Dennis for the first time since this had transpired. There was no ifs ands and maybes. By rounds on Wednesday morning he would have answers in regard to the toe. Dennis and I are counting on him.
I drove into the driveway coming home from the hospital and daughter Carrie followed me right in coming from Eden Prairie. What a treat. Carrie had not been here for some time and believe me it was time to do some catching up. It was not the longest of visits as they had parent-teacher conferences at five.
We had noticed the refrigerator settings were on the high side. I asked and I was shown how to adjust both the refrigerator and the freezer . . . dah! It was as simple as when Kevin showed me how to set the clock in the car. Over thinking does an older one in.
After a sandwich for lunch Carrie offered if there was anything outside that we would need help with. Here we are with a very bare looking patio. The umbrella and stand are in the potting shed as is the wooden electrical spool we use as a patio table. Sweet. Two chairs remain for us to enjoy the last days of patio sitting.
As Carrie was planning on heading out on the open highway, I called Dennis and he agreed to come out of the hospital proper to the outside bench so he could greet Carrie before she left for home. I stayed and sat with Dennis for awhile outside. It was pleasant sitting in the dabbled sunlight . . . no boxelder bugs. In time Dennis was called inside as it was time for new antibiotic bags to be hung.
I have a confession. I brought Dennis his cigarettes. Waiting day in and day out for . . . some kind of answer, I would have been crawling the walls by now. I most likely would have tried stowing away in the laundry cart and hitching a ride home. He has been a smoker for decades and if the cigarettes can bring him some type of calm, I am all for it. He deserves that.
I will be at the hospital bright and early in the morning with a prayer and hope that our doctor will have some positive direction for this sweet ole cowboy.