Quiet Day
Perhaps no news is good news.
Both of Dennis’ daughters have allowed me to know that Dennis is not answering his phone. Well . . . he may not be in his room. Lots of tests that my ole sweet cowboy may be in need of out in various parts of the hospital.
I do know that he signed his own consent form for the hip surgery. He is of sound mind if he needed to sign a form again.
Daughter Sandy said she would stop in to see him after her shift of nursing in New Ulm.
I can report that two of Dennis’ kitties did not make it in for last night’s curfew. Six is when I give “last call.” The little lightweight was at the garage door this morning when she heard me unlock the house door.
Slowly I have been using my Swiffer wet wipes to do the floors of the weekend’s activity. I feel better knowing that all smears and grime have been attended to from the front door through to the bathroom. A weekend as we had here, oh my gosh, I was thankful to not have had carpeting or any rugs for that matter that needed attention.
We had a bill to pay from the last of the tree work that was done. Dennis and Ryan had agreed on the cost and it was cash on the barrel-head. Dennis had called me to get ahold of Ryan, so I could clear the debt. Ryan stopped in at seven last night. I felt better having paid the hard working fellow and not having the cash in the house.
I have been taking breaks in my bedroom porch doing some stitching in between doing the floors. Floors are now done, Dennis’ fresh bedding is ready for him to enjoy when he comes home. Busy hands are good.
With these many more days of having PT come to his room. I can only imagine the new hip is getting used to the movements. Sandy had stayed with him for some time yesterday late afternoon and he had done his share of exercising. Actually, one of my prayers is that with each passing day of Dennis being in a facility, the urge for a cigarette may be diminishing. One can only pray.
With that I will take my leave. ♥