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We have to be at the Tustin Seniors Center at 8:15 am to get in line to sign up for the watercolor painting class. I always wondered who “WE” was, and now I know. Mary signs up, and I provide transportation services and probably breakfast on the way home. This morning, since I was driving and she was in the backseat, Mary suggested I wear my chauffeur’s getup!
NOTE: Mary told me it was a chauffeur’s outfit, but to me, it looked a lot like a Chippendales outfit. (Remember them in the 1980s?)
Just in case you wondered, the picture is NOT of me!
I did have to make the long trip into the kitchen and get her nibs the morning: honey-laced coffee with milk, a peeled banana (I was allowed to keep the peel), and the pièce de résistance, an 11 fluid-ounce French Vanilla 30-gram protein Max Ensure. It was my lucky day, I got a thank-you and no beating for being 21 seconds late!!
After my quick shower provided by Mary using a water hose while I ran to the garden and back, I slithered into my jeans. I must watch my diet better. If my jeans could talk, they’d plead for mercy.
7:50 am and we are off like a rocket to the Tustin Seniors Center to sign ary up for another watercolor painting class. She was in and out in about twenty minutes. Smiling as she returned to the car (waiting for me to open the back door), Mary said she had an idea about her next painting. She described it, and I thought it to be a bird-brained idea!
In keeping with my efforts to return Mary to “normal” using all the modern medical techniques at my disposal, I again took her to Benjies for a fresh helping of Jewish penicillin, otherwise known as chicken noodle soup.
She felt better after downing four bowls of soup (today I had them remove the feathers first)!!
Upon arriving back home, Mary took an extended nap because tomorrow, we plan to go to Megan’s Gym Meet in Azusa, so Mary wants to feel 99%. She watched some shoot-em-ups and worked on her needlepoint masterpieces.
Working on Christmas presents already!
At 12:30 pm, we headed to the doctor’s office to see my pulmonologist, and he confirmed I need to go back on the CPAP machine as I stop breathing about 23 times an hour. I have no problem wearing the machine and stopped only after the operations late last year. I thought that losing all the weight, I may not need it anymore. I am remaining below 190 pounds.
The doctor asked if I had any problems with the sleep study, and I said no! He wrote a prescription, and a clinical technician will set up later this week!
Yeah, right!!
I did mention to the doctor that I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.
Our doctor is very accommodating! When I told him I couldn’t afford an operation, he offered to touch up my X-rays with Photoshop!
We returned home, and Mary went back to resting, and I slaved in the backyard painting the bullnose bricks along the berry garden. I also rearranged the HeShed and tossed out a lot of junk (which I will probably need next week, so that will mean a trip to Home Depot).
The grinder, shop vacuum, and drill press are now in the HeShed, making it easier to get in and out of the cars.
At least I can walk inside the HeShed now!
The garden is growing by leaps and bounds. Tomorrow we will be trimming the bottom branches off the tomato plants, and I will finish sealing the last two vegetable beds.
Buried beneath the plants are a selection of strawberries and a lot of spinach!
We had a nice dinner of beans and tamales before going to the TV room, where Mary continued her rest (read: back to sleep almost immediately).
Our painters finished the front of the house with a bright white paint to allow the colored under-eave lights to reflect the true colors more clearly. It looked pretty good.
Mother’s Day colors are red, white, purple, and pink, and they dart around the outside of the house until midnight every night.
The Mother’s Day banner gets an assortment of lights shining on it, making it stand out as cars drive by the house.
By 10:00 pm, we were in bed. Mary canceled our gym visit tomorrow so she could rest and get better before the trip to Azusa tomorrow evening.
Right before I got into bed, I heard God sneeze. I didn’t know what to say.
