Mom went home from hospital yesterday! When I went by the house in the afternoon, it was she who answered the door. We are all trying to convince her and Dad to take it easy and let us help them. Thus far, we are only successful in getting them to take it one day at a time. Daily checkins are really not so bad.
OMG! Things are flying at me just too fast. I don't feel frantic, but I do long for a scheduled Pajama Day and I don't see that happening any time soon. I can't believe it's already May 1st, so I hope you will indulge me a bit while sort out what happened to April.
Let's see...I spent the first part of the month reviewing proofs. The project, an oral history of the Oakland Army Base, is leftover from the j.o.b. and the book will be coming out this summer. I am not the author, but responsible for seeing that it gets done. About the middle of the month, The Tiny Man turned three! Now, that was a fun birthday party! Imagine holding a darling three-year-old on your lap while he and a friend help his grandma spread whipped cream and strawberries on the shortcake. We placed the candles, lit them, and sang "Happy Birthday" three times. And each time those two boys were poised to blow out the candles at the very last note. Absolutely priceless!
I got half the front garden weeded, with a little help from TTM and his mom. Then I turned fifty eight. Nice dinner with friends on the day, and with Mom, Dad, and sister Ann the day after. Then time to review final proofs for the army base project. That was a twenty-four hour turnaround. Then houseguests - my high school chum and her family, who are closing down her parents' house (they moved to assisted living at the age of 94!). Then TTM came over to my house to bake a lovely ginger cake for his mommy's birthday. Then we found out Mom had heart problems and wham, bam, she's having open-heart surgery. Triple bypass and aortic valve replacement.
The Girlie arrived for a visit the day before the surgery - that was a fortunate coincidence - and we were able to squeeze in a nice visit with Mom in her hospital room. Since then it's been a blur of hospital visits, heart-to-heart discussions with my siblings, checking in with Dad, and standing by. Mom is doing well. I'm looking forward to hugging her, once she's got all the Borg-like tubing removed.
Meanwhile, a friend was diagnosed with endometrial cancer and began chemotherapy. Cancer sucks, but our friend is a fierce warrior and determined to stay on the planet. She's in the same hospital as Mom.
The last day of April, I bought a 7-day parking pass (with in-and-out privileges) to the hospital garage. This week will include daily hospital visits, among all the other activities. I really count myself fortunate to still have both my parents. And I am looking forward to all the adventures that May brings me.
We were in Monterey in the middle of the week. Overnight for an all-day work-related training for me on Wednesday. Mr. Celia tagged along, supposedly for golf, but in the end he just took the day off. When we returned home it was hard to figure out what day it was. Felt like Monday. I like these mid-weekends that retirement affords. Plus, California sure is beautiful in spring.
Her name is Beans. She belongs to the Girlie. When the Girlie and Her Beau went to live in Tokyo, Beans returned to her native island of Puerto Rico to live with the Beau's parents. The parents are moving to another international location and can't have any dogs. Ergo, Beans has come to live with us. We are now living with three granddogs.
And Beans MUST BE PLAYED WITH. She must also be re-housetrained. The poor little thing forgot everything she knew about peeing and pooping in the right places. So, she spends "quiet time" in the crate and when she is very, very good about her elimination habits she gets to PLAY BALL.
Of course, there are other dogs who like to join in.
But Beans cannot pick up that soccer ball to save her life.