A phone call changes a normal Sunday

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Today started out as a normal Sunday.  Alarm went off to get me up at 9, and we went off to church and out to lunch afterward.  We went down to Campbell's Barn today.  Ron got his chicken dinner, with sweet potato fries and green beans today, and I got a grilled chicken wrap with french fries.  No biggie, since we'd be home and have a decent supper, right?

We stopped on the way home so that Ron could look at, and hopefully fix, the lawn mower at Bert's house.  I mostly sat in the truck while he was working on it, and Bert ran in and out of the house, doing small tasks as she does, and finally he had to concede defeat.  He got everything that he could done, but the gas tank had a crack in it, and he just couldn't fix that.  Luckily, they do have another mower and can use that, but - damn, he wanted to be able to fix it!

It was close to 3:30 before we got home, and he started mowing our yard, while I stayed in the house - out of his way - and got some tasks done that I've been putting off.  I even had to run back uptown at one point and get a second opinion on something I did, then come home and make changes to it, and then finish that project up.  Man, that project is becoming work!  I hate when that happens.

Then came the phone call.  Ron's Uncle Buddy is in the hospital.  Not just in the hospital, but in hospice, and most probably won't make it through the night, and he'd like to see Ron.  Wonderful.  Ron doesn't do well in these situations, plus he's out there mowing and all that entails to him (if you've ever seen him work, you'd know my reluctance to interrupt him), and I just don't want to tell him we need to go over to the hospital any sooner than needed.
I wait until I don't hear the mower and I do hear him puttering in the garage before venturing out to tell him, and he just kinda grunts at me.  I come back in, and about 15 minutes later, he comes in asking if I thought we should go over.  Well, yeah, I do - since Uncle Buddy is asking for you, Ron.  He grimaces and goes back out.  A little bit later, he comes back in and says well, he guesses we should go, then.  He goes in the bathroom to rinse off and changes his clothes.  I close down the pute, top off my tea, and off we go.

As expected, it was rough over there at the hospital, but Ron did fine.  I stayed back, sitting in a chair and staying out of the family's way, but talking to everyone, too.  Ron stood by his uncle's bed talking to everyone, and sat there, held his hand and talked to him, too.  We really think Uncle Buddy knew he was there, too, because he could respond by moving his hands a bit and rolling his eyes under his eyelids, and when Ron talked to him, he definitely did that!  He responded big-time to Ron - it was great to see!  When I said good-bye to Uncle Buddy and patted his hands, I could see a response, too, and that made me feel good.  After not seeing this side of the family for so many years, it's really, really nice to know they remember (and love) us, too.
When we finally left the hospital around quarter til 9 (Ron had to come home and get to bed!), we just drove through Arby's and picked up cheap sandwiches.  Both fish and roast beef are still 2/$5, so we got 2 of each, and then we had both had one of each on the way home.  Not much of a supper nutrition-wise, a sure killer calorie-wise, but it sure was a yummy choice!

We got home, and he turned on the TV and promptly fell asleep in his recliner, while I got back on the pute to do my MFP and my blog, and here I am.  Not surprisingly, I was over on my calories today.  I don't remember how many now.  I knew at the beginning of the blog, but have forgotten now.  400+ I think, and that sounds right.  Blah.  I should have just eaten the beef from that sandwich, and not the bread, but that's hard to do while you're driving - especially in the dark!

No big plans for tomorrow.  I do have to run down to Amelia and pick up a prescription that wasn't ready on Friday, but other than that - nothing.  Nothing at all.  Happy Homemaker Day.  Highlight of my week, don'tcha know?  Yes, that was very heavy sarcasm.