Flying the Coop

 "I did warn you," my sister, Diane, chirped. "We only got two days' notice."

photo attribution below

Well, she was right, of course. While I had been plotting my husband's return to the Casa de Ginley in my head for weeks, I hadn't taken a whole lot of action. 

Now the chickens are coming home to roost. Or rather, Mr. Ginley is being released from captivity in 10 days. We're both excited, of course. I just needed to figure out how we were getting him home. (He'd offered to ride the 22 RTA bus, if that's what it took, but I assured him that wouldn't be necessary.) 

Fortunately, I have help. So, while the news sent me into a tailspin early yesterday, by the end of the day, my wingmen (and women) had come to the rescue. Now I have a reasonably solid plan on how to proceed. I also know the next chapter will write itself, and in many ways, I'm going to be a passenger on the Speed bus. 

So. Much. To. Do.

Including shopping for an easy chair that will enable Mr. Ginley to rise without the use of a Hoyer lift. (No relation to Axel. Is that joke getting stale yet?)

Also in my near future, I'll be learning how to help him use a hemi walker. Just think, three months ago we'd never heard of the contraption. 

Strange days, indeed.

I'll be heading off to the La-Z-Boy store in a bit, hoping there is something in stock that can be delivered before the big day.

Wish me luck!

photo attribution: Lt. Col. John Hall, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons