Father's Day

Thinking about Bernie today. He would never move the cats so he could read the paper. He'd just wait for them to decide to move. He would say he didn't want the cats to get mad at him. LOL Cracked me up. Quite a change from Bernie's farmer attitude about cats back in the day!

John put some flowers at the Seneca Cemetery. Bernie would like that. John likes to park at the top and walk down. No ditch jumping like Bernie.  John came home for my 59th birthday (ugh) and a visit with Mom, and brought a delicious carrot cake. We went out and about and ate inside at Portillos, yum.  Thank you John. He will be celebrating his 55th next month. Old. Old. How come my hair is going white and John's is going black!? Weirdness. 

Mom is hanging in there. No great improvements. It is much like before except she doesn't have that mass in her colon now. The visiting nurse thinks she has a UTI (AGAIN!), and we are waiting to hear, hopefully tomorrow. I'll be sad when the nurse stops coming. She sure gets things done and it is hard to get mom out, so Carol taking blood, specimens at the house is a true blessing.  Same old same old. I'm hoping she'll get some meds for UTI, and then get put on a low dose regimen to help prevent them. I'm hoping for some improvement in her energy and strength then. Fingers crossed. She still has a good appetite. Like mother like daughter lol.  

Finnegan was under the weather, so had him out to the vet. Something else to worry about. Couple of hundred bucks later and an antibiotic shot, and he seems to be feeling better. Whew. My vet's mother and mom shared a room at rehab during her last stint.He has since lost his mother, a sweet lady. 

I'm glad Covid restrictions have loosened up. I've been getting out more. Last week I went with a friend to the Whistle Stop in Diamond and had a delicious garlicky hoagie and 3 beers. OMG. I slept like a baby and was a zombie at work the next day. I was home by like 8:30 too.  It was a bad day. Everything I touched broke or malfunctioned and my brain was unable to process anything complicated. Like words. Friday night I got together with some old high school/softball friends and an enormous yawn about split my jaw at 9:00 p.m. I was reminded that I used to leave the house voluntarily to play 9:00 and 9:30 softball games out of town that sometimes didn't start until 10:00 and sometimes the temperature was 100 degrees. And oh yes, I used to drink copious amounts of beer before and after said games. Ugh. Oh the memories. It was too hot to sit outside and drink a beer the other night.  I now have a 9:00 self imposed curfew, at least on work nights. And some nights I am fighting to stay awake until it gets dark. That is Kay at 59. Oh boy. 

Have a good week all. Can't help but think on this Father's Day how lucky the family was with such wonderful fathers and uncles. Good people good memories.

Kay ☘