Good morning inmates!
… or, should I say parolees?
I'm a little late getting started, but wanted to share a few updates. For those of you who follow me on Facebook, some of this might be 'old news' … but you can pretend otherwise. (*wink*)
Tom?
… Had his first video doctor's visit Thursday morning.
If Dr. Ahmed was handing out report cards, I suspect he'd have given Tom an A+. So thankful for his consistently good numbers and energy levels!
In fact, yesterday afternoon Tom asked me what I thought about him rebuilding the deck.
I don't know if you can see them clearly ...
but he bought new solar lights and has begun affixing them to the railing. Here's a better shot.
Pardon the mess!
Looking for something to read?
… But don't have the urge to begin a new book right now? A 'bathroom reader', perhaps?
Some of you may remember blogger, "Cashjocky and the Old Salt." A few years ago I was really disappointed when (for understandable reasons) R. put aside her blogging pen.
Color me delighted when I discovered, she's baaaack!
If you've a Facebook account, I strongly recommend you check out her wit and wisdom at 'Cashjocky's World.'
Macie Ann?
… is thankfully on the road to recovery!
Last week's tummy issues seemed to disappear on their own. Then a couple days ago it ricocheted. When, on Thursday morning she refused her favorite thing in the whole world ('Greenie'), after Tom's video call we packed her up and to the vets.
Because animal hospitals here still aren't allowing people inside, a tech came out to the car to collect Macie Ann and assured us her vet would call. (Yes, Tom and I were both wrecks.)
Good to his word, Dr. Sirmon called Thursday evening to say her preliminary test results looked good -- but he wanted to keep her on fluids and do another x-ray in the morning.
We were a little concerned how Grace would react when Macie didn't come home. Used to be, they couldn't stand to be apart.
Well, ha! Grace was strutting her tiny hiney all over the place, seemingly loving being an 'only' child.
So happy when we got the call yesterday to come get our big girl! The tech didn't come out and say it in so many words, but I'm thinking Macie Ann was a bit of a pill.
They sent along a 14-day supply of special (wet) food and two prescriptions. Of course, we Tom had to stop at PetSmart on the way home to buy Grace some wet food of her own. (That's his baby girl!) It's killing him not to share his 'people food' with them, but I'm playing the Mean Mommy card. They'll get over it. Right?
T-t-t-that's all for now!
Stay safe, and hang in there a little while longer!
Hugs,
Myra
