Friday's Scattered Thoughts

Today my dad had his first post-operative check-up. The doctor was VERY pleased with how good it looks. Not much swelling at all, with better vision than was anticipated in such a short amount of time.

Of course, he cannot drive yet. We go back on Tuesday, and then they will have a better idea of when he can resume driving.

We went to lunch after his appointment. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to 'look him in the eye' with the patch off, but it truly doesn't look bad at all. Even though it is blurry, he can already tell that things are looking brighter with that eye.

He also did not have any trouble finding the food he wanted at the buffet. That's a good sign.

From there we went to the nursing home to visit mom. She was napping when we got there, but her nursing assistant woke her up for us. Mom was having some trouble keeping her neck straight. This happens occasionally. Her nurse gave her some Tylenol for it.

I'm only telling you that so you will know that now not only do my eyes itch and I can't quit touching my face, I also have a VERY SORE NECK!

(is thggm the only one who notices that i can take someone else's troubles and turn them into mine? i'm generous that way. or is it obnoxious? i'm never quite sure which it is.)

Changing thoughts and colors here -

We have a lot of wildlife here, in our little patch of earth only a block from a very very busy intersection.

Today when I got in the car to pick up my dad, a cute little bunny was munching my lilies down to the roots. Things are rather thick, so I guess a little bit of nature's pruning methods won't do too much harm.

As I turned away from the bunny, I saw FOUR wood chucks busily digging a new entrance to their massive home in the underbrush across the street. They are incredibly funny to watch.

Last night, as THGGM was pulling into our driveway, he had to wait for a family of THREE skunks to waddle across in front of him.

I just don't want to see any possums. I had a very Very VERY bad possum experience 24 years ago. And another bad possum experience four years ago, when I actually transported an injured possum in the back seat of my car.

Not even bats and mice freak me out as much as the memory of those beady possum eyes staring up at me from a box of toy stuffed animals. And then, it MOVED.

Let me tell you...

SO.

DID.

I.