Damp Day
A damp day really can find all the vulnerable joints. That might be an old wives’ tale.
The city’s streets are sloppy as there has been wet fine snow falling for most of the day.
Dennis went for coffee with his friend Dwayne at eight. By ten he was at PT for his ultrasound treatment on his left foot. Dennis is impressed with Dan as he also cleaned the wound by taking off any tissue that would impede healing. I would not know how much to challenge the area. The wound gets fresh dressing every other day. With Dan working his magic today, Thursday we meet with the surgeon’s nurse in Mankato and Dennis meets with Dan again on Friday. I sense I have off the remaining week until Saturday. Sweet.
When Dennis returned home, he kept the pickup running and warm and took me to the library. I had books to return and then picked up some new reading. With surfaces possibly being slick, I really appreciated the road date. The call came at noon that Dennis could make a trip out north of town to pick up the snowblower that was getting checked over. When Dennis got home with the blower on the two wheel trailer, grandson Ryan was right behind him to unload the snowblower for grandpa. The two wheel trailer is parked, the blower is in the car garage, ready for a try when next we get measurable snow. All is right with the world.
This afternoon, the mail delivered the pink material I had ordered for Luella’s blanket. It was the first time I had ordered material via the internet. I am not disappointed by the choice I made or the time it took for the order to come from Virginia.
We have agreed on having a light supper. Neither of us has had a strenuous day.
Our days are not cumbersome, but yet, the days seem to be filled. We keep our heads above water and couldn’t ask for a better life.