Tonight was the Beast's first night in Atlanta. He called me around 4pm and told me all about his day and how horrible his day in Atlanta traffic was. He said he had walked so much before and after his meeting that he thought he would collapse. He was on his way back to the hotel, which he said was really nice, for a nice bath and then sleep. He had to be at the stadium at 7am which meant he had to be up early to get dressed.
His sister is flying in on an early bird flight tomorrow morning and will take the shuttle to the hotel and then take a taxi to the stadium. They will meet up there since she knows to just ask for him at the security desk.
Baron has been very unhappy. He made such a fuss about me moving his bed from next to our bed (I was going to put it here in my computer room so he would feel free to lay down), that I had to put it back in it's place there. He also was yelling at me (so to speak) when I didn't go to bed when he was ready. He finally settled down for a couple hours then came into my computer room and plopped down on the floor next to me. He wasn't happy about it but he settled down.
I got my potato salad and my fresh fruit salad made up and it's in the fridge now staying cool. I had a bowl of each, of course, for my dinner. Maybe not the best meal but it sure hit the spot. I will thin down the dressing on the fruit salad tomorrow since it is a bit thicker than I like it. I could have done it tonight but my hands were just too tired and sore. I did a lot of cutting and slicing up of all the veggies and fruits. I haven't made both things for the same occasion for two years, I think it is...or perhaps, three.
Mustachio didn't come down for a visit. It left me feeling a bit depressed since I was looking forward to it. We always have fun. He could have seen Gunner and visited with Tara and her kids in a relaxed but fun setting while we watched the fireworks. He said he would come down for a visit after his surgery next week but I have MY surgery the week after that. My surgery will be really invasive and not leave me very mobile for a while. It means going to the Wound Center weekly and having a nurse come every day for at least a month.
The Wound Center will be a several month course unless I heal better this time. All I can do is wait and see.
It's late and I am tired. I guess I will sign off now and get some sleep. Love you all. Hope you have a nice July 4th planned and enjoy the fireworks. Be safe. ***Hugs***
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