Nearly a week has past since I last posted on this blog.  It doesn’t seem that way to me, but my eyes tell that it is so.

Groucho said, “Time flies like an arrow.  Fruit flies like a banana.”

Kermit said, “Time’s fun when you’re having flies.”

I saw this image online today.  It captures my reaction to this past week.

Hang in there, baby

In truth, I’ve spent a lot (too much?) time sitting with my foot elevated.  I’ve watched a lot of TV and read many pages in the Dale Brown book I am currently enjoying.

Lots of good stuff to report.  The stitches are out of my foot.  I can walk without crutches, if I’m careful.  The foot is healing nicely and X-rays look good.

Sylvia took me out to celebrate my 75th birthday.  They didn’t have a Shake n’ Steak in Hastings, so we went to the Ponderosa steak house.  Grilled prime rib, Cesar salad, and ice cream for dessert.

I talked with my sons on the phone.  Last evening, Briana (our granddaughter), called to wish me happy birthday.  It was the highlight of the week.  A little over six months on the job and she’s doing well, is active on a council and recently did a presentation to hospital staff on the need for special bracelets for certain patients.  These warn of certain conditions.  Might be “use only left arm for bp readings” or the like.  The reaction was mostly, “Why aren’t we already doing this?”

Oops!  I think I just popped a couple of buttons.  Did I ever mention that I really love Briana and am very proud of her?