Don’t you love the reports that say “Nothing to Report”? This is almost, but not quite, like those.
Last week, dad got a second opinion on his knee and learned a meniscus tear means surgery for him, scheduled for July. We’re still waiting to hear from scheduling about mom’s recent development. Everyone’s shoulders hurt to varying degrees for different reasons, and none of us (self included) is following through on the physical therapy that promises to make a difference.
I attended the first of several discipleship classes at the deaf church about half an hour away. That’s two I know of in this city, allegedly home of the second largest deaf community in the U.S.. Meanwhile, the little town I just moved from has five hearing churches, all of them teaching the same message basics. Jesus is God, born of a virgin, willingly crucified for our sakes, and risen from the dead as the only acceptable and victorious substitute. Hearies may view it as too familiar to bear repeating, but most deaf folk grew up believing they are designed inferior by a hearing deity who doesn’t love them. So much the opposite, as sign language conveys what vocal language cannot, and Jesus is bigger than both. Your belief, in this instance, determines your destiny.
Today’s Tuesday, yesterday being Monday 5/20. Somehow the parents were supposed to be in a skin lesion removal surgery in one part of town while also attending a cardio follow-up elsewhere. I give thanks for my cousin who said he had our backs if needed.
Dad drove himself to one place, had MOH surgery (for the third time, different locations), and drove himself home where he promptly laid down to rest. Doctor’s orders. All went well, he’s expected to make a full recovery with no issues beyond a black eye. For a boy, that can be a badge of honor – for a 79yo man, it’s a bit embarrassing.
Meanwhile, mom and I went to a cardio follow-up. Everything is stellar, she’s in great shape. The issues they saw can be attributed to the stress at the time. (Last Aug-Nov) With kidney stones, UTI, sepsis, and some still unknown platelet count roller coaster, stress is not surprising.
Then we went to Jolly Pirate donuts, a fond memory (and the best lemon-filled!). They are currently closed on Mondays. Bummer. Blacklick Woods park was our next stop, er, tour. They have a new feature called a Canopy Walk, apparently a boardwalk in the tree tops. With only one spot available in two parking lots, we declared it crowded enough to keep looking. Third time was a charm, and we found a nearly empty trail to walk along. A birdwatcher was happy to have found a certain bird that generally isn’t in these parts.
Culver’s meals, Wendy’s frosties, and a tour of the new Reynoldsburg library finished our outing, then we went to check on dad. We have the edges done of the jigsaw puzzle we were working on, now to fill in the middle. Dinner and porch visits slowed that down a bit.
Today, I got up and out, and headed back to the library with a computer and no accompaniment. So far, I’ve gotten a document finished & sent to Staples for printing (pick that up tomorrow), received detailed billing documents so I can send them to CHM for my cataract surgery, made an appointment because vision is somewhat blurry 2 months later, and started an update blog (this one) because I’m trying to to better.
Bored yet?? That’s one of the reasons I don’t update as often as one ought.
Next on my list is… lists. Employment options that will allow for doctor visits and chronic fatigue. Lodging options that won’t require every penny and more of the employment income. Publishing options that include artwork and allow the author to keep control over the content of their own work.
That’s the immediate list, and the un-exciting report. But I’m thankful all is currently calm and well. The recent two years have been exciting enough for a while. Now to make those lists and see about affordable and/or lucrative places nearby.