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I Know

I know I like seeing Found Dog posts a lot more than seeing Lost Dog posts

I know I like Thursdays more than Tuesdays

I know I spend too much time worrying than I should

I know I have more than I need

I know I want more than I have

I know I love my people

I know they love me

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What I don't know is more than I do

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I don't know if I should cut my hair

I don't know when I should retire

I don't know why my leg hurts so much lately

I don't know what i'd do without my faith

I don't know when to shut my mouth at times

Trucks

When I was girl of sweet 16, I begged and begged and begged my Daddy for a Subaru Brat.  I'm not sure why I wanted one.  Maybe it's what I most identified with, LOL.  I might have been a bit of a brat but I was never a tom boy.  Or maybe I just like trucks...

Needless to say, I didn't get one...

Until...

49 short years later!

Brats were long gone by then but I'd fallen in love with 2021's redesigned Honda Ridgeline.  

Fridays

I miss her most on Fridays.

Back before we sentenced her to "The Manor", my siblings and I each took one weekend a month to give the care-giver some time off.  I can't remember what year we started this, or how many years it lasted, but I can remember the routine I followed, right down to the chardonnay.

And it shames me.

Right about Wednesday before it was my turn, the dread would set in.  I knew what was coming and I wasn't looking forward to it. 

The long drive down there.

The endless, repetitive questions.

The broken sleep.

Finnegan's Forever

This is what forever looks like to a pup

A family that will take him in

And never give him up

Loving pairs of arms that hold

And reach for him at night

Keep him healthy, warm and fed

And love with all their might

Sometimes dogs are difficult

And stubborn to the bone

That doesn’t mean they don’t deserve

A family of their own

In return they give to you

In licks and wagging tails

A trusting bond and purest heart

A love that never fails

And to that dog you’re everything

He needs throughout his years

Heart Song

It's late afternoon on our last day here in this sweet, wonderful town.  Mark is watching The Crown and Nicholas is resting. 

He had appointments on both campuses today, the first at 9:20 and the last at 1:30.  Afterwards, we went to the gift shop to pick up a few things.  A boy needs more than a collection of permanent scars to celebrate our time here.

Birthday Boy

Nicholas woke up this morning, 23 years old and better than ever.  With a heart that is healing and a wired sternum that is knitting itself back together, he is stronger every day.  Hard to believe he had OHS just one week ago tomorrow.

We had the day off so what did we do?  We walked to St. Mary's, caught the Mayo shuttle to the downtown campus where he had his first appointments, then walked around and visited all the underground shops.  It was good for Nicholas to walk. 

Follow Up

Monday number two of waking up here.  Only three more mornings to roll out of bed, our feet hitting the floor of this apartment, pieces of salt missed by the broom getting caught in the grooves of our slippers.  I think we're all ready for Florida's warm sun and our normal routines.

Valentine

It's -19 degrees right now on this early Sunday morning.  The sun is up but the son is not.  He's still snug in his bed, hopefully deeply sleeping, making up for all those interrupted hours.  I have his medications lined up like soldiers ready to dispense as soon as he shuffles out of bed.

There are no appointments today.  Those are scheduled for tomorrow and Wednesday.  And I'm glad because his birthday is Tuesday and I want him to spend it without getting poked with a needle.  Even the little things seem so much bigger now.

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"Home"

I walked with a spring in my step early this morning in the cold, Winter snow.  It was lightly falling and continued all morning.  I was so excited to see it again, but not a fraction as much as I was about bringing my boy "home" today.

Baby Steps and Giant Leaps

Nicholas was sleeping peacefully when I arrived this morning.   His room was mostly dark and quiet,  a stark contrast from the ICU with its whirring machines and beeping monitors. 

His view here isn't as pretty but there's a blanket of snow lying on the ground between the wings.   This unit is directly across from the ICU.  I can see it through the windows.