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
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