Archive for December, 2009

Everyone is tired! They are all in bed having a midday siesta.

I got Wayne settled and decided I’d sit up with my thoughts.

The turkey will be ready for 6pm. This year is much easier dinner than ever: Turkey, dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes, a mixed veg medley and corn for Wayne! Sis is bringing a favorite jellied salad and I have cranberry. Easy, easy!

Only one son was able to come for Christmas, the other will come in January, 2010.

They are both worth their weight in gold and more to Dad and I. I haven’t had to drive since December 23rd, I’m a passenger and happy to be.

We take Dad out (of the care home) everyday and today I stayed home while the drive was made. The care home is at least 80km (50 miles) from our house so it’s a huge, loving gesture to do this for me.

Merry Christmas, Sons, you have always made us feel loved and cared for and we’re proud to say you “belong” to us! xx oo from Dad and Mom!

To all our blogging buddies and friends who have supported us over the years.

Wayne will be home tomorrow with us, his family – we’re all looking forward to that.

Whenever we’d get in the car, I’d belt out the song, “On the Road Again.” It was just silliness to get his mind off of any problems.

Yesterday, after we left the care home, I turned to him and said that I forgot to sing for you – and proceeded to sing. He burst out laughing and said, “If only I could remember how to open the door and get out of here!”

We laughed for a good while over his humor.

We roared away in the mighty Honda about 10am – freedom car:)

I picked Wayne up early so we could be at home for a couple hours before airport time. As usual, it was hustle and bustle but he did well. After we all got home, he ate lunch, then slept til 5:30pm.

Time to head back “home” as I refer to his care home – not before we stopped at an A&W (burger joint) for his “dinner”. I know, not good nutrition but – - -
He loves their fries and root beer, could really not bother to eat the burger, but he did.

We checked in and did the wash, teeth brushing and his change into PJ’s. I think it would be fair to say he was left in his room, perfectly content. Perhaps we were the ones feeling badly.

Now we sit in the living room – and One is missing but tomorrow we’ll do it all again, with pleasure.