Last time I was here, it was for the birth of Obro. This time, my hospital visit involved Older Daughter, whose husband drove her to this hospital’s ER due to back spasms and extreme pain. I didn’t tell her when she asked me to come that I had a Ram Ladies luncheon planned, nor did I whine when a delicious lunch (usually a Cobb salad) turned into a disgusting protein bar from the vending machine. It was either that or cookies, chips or candy bars. By the way, HOW do people make supposedly wonderful desserts with protein powder? They claim that their concoctions taste just like cheesecake, brownies, Reeses peanut butter cups, etc. For me, the aftertaste is gross. 🤢 And much as I love cottage cheese, I also question whether it can become the base for a sweet treat.
Being in the ER is an eye-opening experience. Because of where this hospital is located, there is security everywhere and some very down on their luck people. I left there feeling depressed–for a variety of reasons. Fortunately, OD’s tests (urine, blood and CT scan) showed no structural issues with her back; that doesn’t mean that she’s not still miserable and cranky. Due to the muscle relaxers they gave her, I went back to her house to pick up Sharky; the kind neighbors had fetched him from Farm Camp, then I drove back to the hospital to get OD. What a day! Afterward, I stayed to help with swimming lessons since the boys’ dad doesn’t usually take them.
I like my son-in-law except when I don’t like him. As my daughter has complained about, he too often makes threats that he can’t or won’t follow through on. In the car when the boys were squabbling: “Do you want me to turn this car around or go to swim?” Of course, Obro, who doesn’t adore swimming like his older brother wanted to go back home. YOU DON’T GIVE A CHOICE THAT ISN’T REALLY A CHOICE! Once we arrived at the Goldfish Swim School, our two fishies, even the reluctant one, did great. Obro frequently volunteered by raising his arm, put his head in the water many times and smiled and waved at us. Sharky swims well and has been promoted to a more advanced class. He’s already a better swimmer than I am! However, Sharky is nervous and reluctant to change since he’s used to his teacher and their routines.
I asked Obro for a picture with his Boeing shirt on, then sent it to John who responded: “That’s not just a Boeing shirt. It’s a B-17 shirt!” The boys thought that the B stood for Boeing, but it actually means Bomber.
In more mundane news, John had a great time at the car show with his family.
I’ve finally finished the scones I made for 4th of July shortcake. Breakfast of champions!
I’ve fit in a few walks although not as many as I would have wished for.
I found some snails on my lily; should I be worried? They’re cuter than slugs although they’re essentially slugs in a shell.
Upcoming events: Tomorrow I have an oil change and potential rear brake replacement. I’ll take my gigantic book club book with me; waiting for the car may force me to read more of it than just a few pages. Anders’ 3rd birthday party is Saturday (minus John who has plans with his family) and I’m trying to figure out what food I’m doing and what YD wants to bring. I haven’t heard much from her lately which is, as always, nerve-wracking. It can be a bad sign. Then, there’s the usual watering and lawn mowing, sigh.
I can definitely live with this weather forecast, but it would sure be helpful to see a couple days of rain on here. Wildfire season is upon us, and we really need the moisture.
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