"Listen for my honk..."

Today was a pretty good day. My Dad was thrilled with his Physical Therapy session, and got to have a nice visit with his friend Jack. Poor Jack couldn't find his cigars, which could have easily turned into a debacle, but I think my Dad was so happy to lay his eyes on Jack that for that time, his cigars didn't really matter.

We go see Dr. Hardy tomorrow late morning. My Dad told me he was looking forward to talking to the Dr., and he and I went over a list of questions/items I have been writing down based on things I have noticed with my Dad.

He has this funny story he has kind of been stuck on for the past few days. He swears that 2 nights ago, he drove his hospital bed down Fletcher Parkway at 55 miles an hour...It is so funny, because we will be having a normal, perfectly understandable conversation, and then he will whip out his "bed" story. He even told us that each night, we should listen for him to honk as he drives his bed by our houses...Kind of a good visual if you ask me. I told him that there is no way those tiny casters could go 55...But instead of agreeing that a hospital bed going down the road sounded a little silly, he looked right at me and said "Ok, maybe I will only go 35 miles an hour then."

My other funny happened tonight. I am sure all of you reading know or have met my Mom. But if by chance you have not, my Mom is an impeccably tidy woman. I don't mean her personal self (although this is impeccable too), but she does not like a mess...Crumbs, dribbles and stains are her enemy. And this has imprinted on my Dad over many years. So, needless to say, my father is covered in an array of towels, paper towels and napkins anytime the poor man tries to eat something. So, my Mom was feeding him his frozen yogurt tonight, (because he was in bed and she wasn't about to let him spill), and he kept trying to talk to me (the man is so chatty). My Mom kept telling him to "just eat" because it was melting (more risk of spillage). After about 3 chastisings from my Mom, my Dad swallowed, looked right at her and said "boy, I sure can't wait until I don't have to do everything for you..." He just cracked himself up.

Wish us luck at Dr. Hardy's tomorrow. I will let you know how it goes.

Love to all.