Archive for February, 2008

My sister came out today at 10am in order to give me 4 hours to run errands or just nap in the back seat of the car:)

She said I wasn’t gone 10 minutes when she is sure Buddy the brat, woke the man up. So much for that plan. (She even had a bag of treats and tried to bribe him to not go to the bedroom)

Anyway, I got a few errands run and attended the funeral for a patient, picked him up at my sister’s (she thought it better to take him to her house once he was awake), came home and got on the phone to Hp – 3 hours and 30 minutes later my product code is reinstalled correctly! They screwed it up at Hp when they installed the new board back in Dec.

I’m bushed and heading to bed – guess an underwear short check is in order first!

Sorry, will check and read blogs tomorrow – too tired – unless I can’t sleep!

We went to bed at 10:30pm and I gave him a cuddle – “Hon, you have your jeans on.”

“I know.”

“Well, you have to take them off – you won’t be comfortable.”

“Can’t, don’t have any clothes on.”

“What? No shorts? How long have you had no shorts?”

“Don’t know.”

I searched the bedroom high and low – could not find any “loose” shorts. Probably hanging from our flagpole -
This made me feel so negligent. He assured me it was no big deal. No big deal, naked skin on blue jeans!? For how long?!

Anyway, can’t sleep.

Yesterday my sister and her husband were meeting us for a late lunch – about 2:30pm

He refused to get up even after explaining it was to meet them. A First.
They finally came up to our place for coffee – he stayed in bed.

Today, he got up about noon (unusually early) but has just stayed on the bed, fully dressed, glasses on. He always watches news at 5pm, I put it on and come back minutes later and he has turned TV off – staring at ceiling. Another first – he never misses watching the news. Commented and he said he’d watch it if I wanted him to – sweet old self, Hon.

My Darling Man, you are slip sliding away from Life and me.

Mixed yogurt, all bran and sliced banana. Let it chill til the bran was absorbed.

“Want a pudding?”

“Sure.”

He would refuse it if he knew bran were a part of it – and so the nose grows.

And I like it, too. Remember that commercial?

Saw an ad for a townhouse and am meeting the guy on Wed.

Sent emails to family for idea input – location would be very convenient.

May choose from 2 or 3 bedrooms with 2 1/2 baths and garage.

Maybe I should be looking at apt. style condos but don’t feel ready yet, for that.