Friday

Oh, it's been a GOOD day today.



I took my dad to see the eye doctor today. He has been cleared to wait six more months before having cornea transplants. Waiting doesn't hurt anything, and, it has actually meant that he will qualify for a new procedure which wasn't available when he first knew he would need the transplant. And, he passed his eye test for driving during the day. This was ALL good news.



While I was with my dad, my southern sister was staying with my mom. Someone was coming to do a home evaluation. She left my sister with much useful information, and I already have them set up for senior meals. This alone will be a big relief for my dad.



Making phone calls sure does eat up a large portion of an afternoon.



And, I forgot to eat lunch. I actually got out the remaining 'hamburger soup' from last Sunday's soup supper. Yuck. I couldn't eat another bite. Silly me. I didn't eat anything.



At five o'clock I ran downstairs to put the sheets in the dryer. Running up the steps my head began to go all wonky. That peanut butter on whole wheat bread was no longer with me. I found some nuts and quickly ate those. Will I never learn? Looking at me, you would never think that I am someone who forgets to eat.



Since I needed the car today, Daughter graciously offered to pick her father up from work. So, I got to end my evening holding a smiling Famke, who is just one chuckle short of laughing. Jonge asked for "Aidens" which we finally figured out were "Raisens". I don't think he ate much else besides that, with some pickles and marshmallows thrown in to round it out.



It is now 11:37 and THGGM just passed through the kitchen with a load of dried sheets. I've a hungry dishwasher to fill, and guests arriving for breakfast at 10:00.



Oh, and I am listening to some Sirius Christmas music.



Furniture has been moved to accommodate trees. The tree won't be in the front window, but that is fine with me. I have a small tree for Jonge to play around with. I think that after next week we will start making some decorations for 'his' tree.



Having a baby around at Christmas time reminds me of how Oldest Son and Daughter got the idea that Youngest Son was the PERFECT baby for their cardboard box manager. He was eight months old and happy to lay around on his back in a box. They would position him under the light in our dining room and have the GREATEST time reenacting the Christmas story in a way that only a dramatic 3 1/2 year old and his two year old sister could.



Oh, yeah. Those were GOOD days, too.