Friday Visitors To Start The Weekend

While Dear Husband took a mini-vacation two of my Grandchildren spent the night with me.

Roy didn’t get to go to the beaches in Pensacola, either, as he needed to register for classes for the
fall semester. He’s having to competitively register in order to take sequential courses sequentially.
The process doesn’t seem to be any more streamlined than in the olden days.

But I had lots and lots of fun with these  little ones.

Corky

Corky, my husband, smiled without his toothpick, just to please me. He is turning those logs into boards, just for the fun of it. That orange tractor, in the background, is what he uses to maintain the access road. --- Bear

Corky, my husband, smiled without his toothpick, just to please me. —–  He is turning those logs, from his friend’s yard, into boards, just for the fun of it. He uses that grapple to maneuver the logs, by himself, into position, then he uses a chain saw and a big guide to slice the boards.    ———-     That orange tractor, in the background, is what he uses to maintain the access road — The road, of which I posted a photo, did not exist, at all, before we moved here fourteen years ago.   These are only two of the activities he does ……for the fun of it.

   Corky and I have slightly different ideas about what fun is.

There were no flowers in the Veterans Administration Hospital — and I’ll be back —

Dear Ones

I will be mostly off-line (more or less) for a while. Dear Husband is gravely ill and in the VA Hospital with heart troubles.
I’ll check in now and again…and please know I haven’t forgotten you and your beautiful words and images, I’m just pre-occupied.

Amongst other life-style changes, DH must quit drinking alcohol. Well he hasn’t had any after Saint Patrick’s Day and arriving in the Emergency Room on Monday …. And him with 30 gallons of mash in the barn, this minute.

I noticed, when I brought some flowers from our yard, that, as far as I could see by peaking in rooms I passed and there being NO florist cart anywhere, that the flowers I brought were the only ones in the entire building.
All of those veterans stuck inside in the Spring, and no one even had any flowers in their rooms seemed so sad, to me.  If you have time, take a small boquette of fresh flowers to a VA hospital. It wouldn’t take a lot of effort. I used a cleaned out shiny “soup can” as a vase. Maybe just place them on a nurses station, so everyone passing by can enjoy… or give to some lonesome, abandoned looking bed-ridden veteran  (ask a nurse, first, just to make sure it won’t create some sort of health problem).

In the VA Hospital, where my husband is, I want to say that the staff  is a most competent caring staff, the housekeeping is outstanding, and the cardiologists are superior, there is even a surprisingly good library.  Even the tile-work in the patient bathrooms is attractive and well done.  And clean.  That is one clean facility.

Thank you for all you have done
Granny Bear