Trying to remember that night in September
This senior was sitting here trying to remember that night in September, however, I decided it wasn’t nearly as important as connecting with you through The Brazil Times!
This has been a beautiful day weather wise and otherwise. We former country kids noted signs of change have begun already.
We looked toward the azure blue sky and across the well-managed floral filled landscape several times, a visual treat.
Our one and only little smoke tree enjoyed a growth spurt this season. Its tiny leaves won’t have much of a show of color, though the hand-crafted wreath Starla fashioned for us lend a touch of autumn’s beauty on our entrance door.
Paul and I keep very busy, especially this time of the year. We have little time to rest in rockers.
His health problems hinder him somewhat, but even on the most troublesome of his days, he shares the tasks here, without complaints.
The epidural injection that he had in his spine seems to be working on his hips and legs.
Paul is having side effects from the injection. His blood sugar level spikes and more. He addressed his concerns with his provider at VA.
I am pleased he enjoys his new sugar-free diet. The hearty eater and lover of comfort food handles this just as he did smoking cessation and other like events in his life.
He likes the sensible tasty snacks I offer and is eager to try raw vegetables and fruit the old boy claimed to hate. He now confesses that, truth be; my little fibber never did touch those to his mouth. It may take longer to please his sweet tooth.
The knowledge that I retained when my mother was given the Eli Lilly diet by the dietician at the Clay County Hospital back in the late ‘80s is a helpful aid now.
Tootie Mae is keeping an eye on my other charge as well. It could be she is just looking for a handout.
On the lighter side, our family here attended St. Malachi’s Fair and Hog Roast Friday evening.
Our daughter, Starla was in town for the weekend. She and her family and a friend of Avery attended the Taylor Swift concert at Lucas Field House Saturday night. She was back on a plane headed for her home in Scottsdale Sunday morning.
Paul finished another painting of the little blue house at the end of the road for our granddaughter, Alexis ‘D Agostino’s. The artwork will arrive in Worchester, Massachusetts, this week and I am still admiring that nice untouched violin that still rests in the case wondering whenever, if ever, sweet music will drift from its strings.
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