We Did It
We got Dennis into bed last night – less his heavy Velcro boot. I think he was asleep before I got to my bed. This morning at six, I heard my name being called. We got that boot back on Dennis’ foot in record time. We have both agreed the first thing we are going to ask the surgeon’s second in command on Tuesday is if Dennis can take several steps out of the boot. Hey . . . it can’t hurt to ask.
Dennis has cat napped today, but I am not one to nap during the day.
I did get a kettle of potatoes peeled this morning for supper. Supper is going to be boiled potatoes and some Gorton’s fish filets in the oven and cranberries.
Off and on today I have been reading in my bedroom porch. As cold as it was when we got up, the sun is coming through the south windows, being right next to my reading table. The sun felt great.
I missed the stitcher’s luncheon yesterday in Mankato. I knew where I would feel the most content . . . at home. Sometimes, there is nothing that is needed, other than being at home with what needs to be taken care with the one that is the other half of you. Priceless.
I have supper taken care of for this evening and Dennis has taken care of the dishes that were from last evening. In doing Dennis’ bedding yesterday, I decided to do my bedding as well. Yes, the washing machine is push button. Moving the loads of laundry to get them swapped out can take its tole on my arms. Both of us work together at getting the bedding back onto the beds. A small home does not allow for a lot of extra real estate around the perimeters of the beds. I will admit when supper was over last night, I chose not to see the dishes in the sink.
All is well at Stauffer Avenue.