Our Date

Fridays are my day out, if you can call the park out. Rick and I have one vehicle, a van. He takes it to work every day and my granddaughter and I spend the day home. Except Fridays. Friday we make lunch and go eat with PaPa and then we go to the park for play time.

This past Friday we went for lunch with my husband and dear granddaughter ate and listened intently to our conversation when we were not talking to her. Rick and I both felt like going out to eat. We both even thought of the same place. The Highlander has a great buffet and on Friday they have stuffed crab, clams, shrimp, chicken, chicken fried steak and catfish. Fried catfish is a real favorite down here in Texas. Both of us seemed to want the same thing so we decided to go for dinner Friday night.

As Scout and I drove off from lunch with PaPa Scout said to me “Are you going on a date tonight?” I told her I guess you could call it that. Her next remark was “Can I come on your date too?”

I was taken by her sincerity and thinking that this was something special. Yes, she was going to come. I asked PaPa and he gave a big yes also. She was thrilled by her first date.

We arrived at the restaurant and by then she was saying she wanted to spend the night too, and didn’t we know that dates are supposed to be after dark?

We ate, went to the park after dinner so she could play (the restaurant is in a different town so this park was something new) and came home after dark! Fit her idea of a date and we all had a great time.

Her first date. She was thrilled and we enjoyed our time together.


The last year has been a trying one. Many things have been going on and after three surgeries on my hands I am ready for all this to be behind me and move on. It is getting old… very old…

On June 7th I had the third surgery on my hands. Not as intense as the other two, and is not supposed to be as long in the healing line, but after 10 months of hands in some form of cast/support/glove/bandage I am sick of this:


Now, this is light and mild compared to the other casts/supports that I have had, I am still so ready to get it off and hopefully begin to get the use of the hand back. My right hand is gaining strength and since the last treatment has had less swelling and pain, so I am praying that it continues to heal.

Tomorrow I get this off and the stitches out. I hope I am right in my thinking that there will not be another bandage but just exercises to help move it and strengthen it.

How I am looking forward to that!

Showering without a plastic bag will be a real plus too! I know I will not be able to hold the washcloth in that hand yet, but at least I can feel clean!

I will let you know how it goes tomorrow and then let you in on other things that have been going on and keeping me from getting things done. Some exciting stuff, even though hard to live with at the moment!