Holding Pattern

Who would have imagined that the phrase "I'm bored" would sound so delicious? 

looking ahead

At this stage of my life, I'm happy to find a constant, a daily routine that is stable. 

Get up, eat breakfast, work for a couple of hours, get Mr. Ginley up, work some more, make lunch, work some more, make dinner, watch an episode of Perry Mason, clean up the dishes, read the advice columns aloud, watch a little Hallmark TV, get us ready for bed, hit the sack.

Weekends are for Saturday Spa Day for Mr. Ginley, grocery shopping, laundry, paying bills, and catching up on errands. 

There are those whose eyes would glaze over at the humdrum nature of our schedule, but I don't mind. 

If I'm not calling for an ambulance, angsting over the color of his bodily fluids, or grabbing a backpack of stuff on my way to the hospital or nursing home, it's a good day.

Someday, we'll be able to roam about the MetroParks again, him and me, admiring the vast blue sky, soaring birds, and warm breezes.

In the meantime, I'm happy to have Mr. Ginley here with me and safe.

Even when he pesters me for chips and chocolate. 

PS: This week, there was a nice break in the routine when our granddaughter stopped by with her Dad. We had a wonderful time. Ernesh enjoyed the visit, too. (He said you can pull his hair anytime.)