Gilly go?
Gilly perked up as soon as Evan and Co. arrived. Before retiring for the evening, he consulted with Evan regarding the loose dock and the poorly secured ‘booze and cruise’ (our pontoon boat was christened as such on the day of purchase MANY moons ago).
Gilly was up at the crack of dawn (well, 9:30 has become the crack of dawn for us these days). As soon as Evan awakened, the subject of the dock came up; Evan tethered it for the meantime. Gilly was relieved that this loose end was finally tied up. It had been weighing on him heavily for the last few weeks. Evan is his chosen savior; he had several offers for assistance, but he held out for his nephew, second in command of country home maintenance and repairs.
When Evan was young, he wondered about Gilly’s comings and goings, and watched him with tremendous curiosity. “Gilly go?” he’d ask in typical two year old telegraphic speech every time Gilly moved from one location to the next, attending to repair jobs and whatnot. He observed carefully for years (we married when he was just under a year old), and learned from the best. Since he was old enough to come up north with his friends, he started calling Gilly beforehand to ask if anything needed to be attended to. Well, this young doctor, newly engaged, has his hands full when it comes to stepping into Gilly’s shoes. Gilly told him this evening how happy he is to see him up here.
Hopefully, the other grandchildren will begin to volunteer their services. Admittedly, Robert has from time to time. Gilly doesn’t like to ask for, or even accept assistance from anyone other than Evan when it comes to country house affairs. For Evan’s sake, I hope the work is divvied up to some extent.
Gilly mentioned to Evan that Yaron is beginning to show an interest; I was glad to hear him acknowledge this. It’s not easy to measure up to Gilly’s standards when it comes to getting a job done right; Yaron is beginning to take the risk, and Gilly has been receptive. It’s unfortunate that it took this situation to force them to collaborate. I tried to foster it from the get go, but Gilly is a tough act to follow, and tends to work alone for the most part. It’s never too late for what I truly believe to be Yaron’s natural and peripherally learned talents to shine. For now, he’s at camp. Tag, Evan, you’re it!
Gilly was rather fatigued today, so the walking distance dipped to 2 miles. I asked if he feels I should push him, and he agreed that I must. I keep checking, because I despise being a pest, but I know it’s in his best interest to walk. He continues to renew my license to nudge when he agrees that I must keep at him. I desperately want to avoid having him cringe whenever I approach or open my mouth.
Dr. Sultanen explained that tapering off of Decadron may cause tiredness, so I wasn’t worried. His vision seemed worse to him, though, and this I need to monitor carefully, because if there’s a serious shift, I may have to up the dose back to what it was a couple of days ago. It’s a huge responsibility, I find. We all have good days and bad, so there’s a fine line when judging what constitutes a ‘genuine concern’ versus ‘a bad day’ versus ‘symptoms that are to be expected.’
Don’t tell Gilly, but I added a new ingredient to his smoothies; yogourt with 8% fat. He has never eaten yogourt in the 24 years I’ve known him, but he did today, unbeknownst to him. He said the smoothie was delicious. Yahoo! I found a new source of protein, rich calories and calcium, all wrapped up in one. So now I am adding protein powder, wheat germ, skim milk powder, whole milk and yogourt to the fruit mélange. It’s actually quite yummy. I lick the spoon, so I know!
I prepared 3 different types of meat for dinner (chicken from Akhavan, a pork chop with a light sprinkling of chicken spice and a pork chop marinated in Bar-B-Q sauce). He selected the one with chicken spice, and cleaned it down to the bone. I never know what he’ll be in the mood for, so variety in terms of choice is crucial. This is reasonable when I have the time, and allows me my sanity (I feel much more comfortable when he eats). I am thrilled with what he consumed today in general. When I had my babies I counted ounces; I never dreamed I’d be doing this for Gilly. I’ve learned to curb the amount of food I prepare, so I myself will not be tempted to eat enough for us both!
Gilly left the table with the same smile he arrived with this evening. I think I will fall asleep with ease tonight, knowing he is content for the meantime.
Gilly was up at the crack of dawn (well, 9:30 has become the crack of dawn for us these days). As soon as Evan awakened, the subject of the dock came up; Evan tethered it for the meantime. Gilly was relieved that this loose end was finally tied up. It had been weighing on him heavily for the last few weeks. Evan is his chosen savior; he had several offers for assistance, but he held out for his nephew, second in command of country home maintenance and repairs.
When Evan was young, he wondered about Gilly’s comings and goings, and watched him with tremendous curiosity. “Gilly go?” he’d ask in typical two year old telegraphic speech every time Gilly moved from one location to the next, attending to repair jobs and whatnot. He observed carefully for years (we married when he was just under a year old), and learned from the best. Since he was old enough to come up north with his friends, he started calling Gilly beforehand to ask if anything needed to be attended to. Well, this young doctor, newly engaged, has his hands full when it comes to stepping into Gilly’s shoes. Gilly told him this evening how happy he is to see him up here.
Hopefully, the other grandchildren will begin to volunteer their services. Admittedly, Robert has from time to time. Gilly doesn’t like to ask for, or even accept assistance from anyone other than Evan when it comes to country house affairs. For Evan’s sake, I hope the work is divvied up to some extent.
Gilly mentioned to Evan that Yaron is beginning to show an interest; I was glad to hear him acknowledge this. It’s not easy to measure up to Gilly’s standards when it comes to getting a job done right; Yaron is beginning to take the risk, and Gilly has been receptive. It’s unfortunate that it took this situation to force them to collaborate. I tried to foster it from the get go, but Gilly is a tough act to follow, and tends to work alone for the most part. It’s never too late for what I truly believe to be Yaron’s natural and peripherally learned talents to shine. For now, he’s at camp. Tag, Evan, you’re it!
Gilly was rather fatigued today, so the walking distance dipped to 2 miles. I asked if he feels I should push him, and he agreed that I must. I keep checking, because I despise being a pest, but I know it’s in his best interest to walk. He continues to renew my license to nudge when he agrees that I must keep at him. I desperately want to avoid having him cringe whenever I approach or open my mouth.
Dr. Sultanen explained that tapering off of Decadron may cause tiredness, so I wasn’t worried. His vision seemed worse to him, though, and this I need to monitor carefully, because if there’s a serious shift, I may have to up the dose back to what it was a couple of days ago. It’s a huge responsibility, I find. We all have good days and bad, so there’s a fine line when judging what constitutes a ‘genuine concern’ versus ‘a bad day’ versus ‘symptoms that are to be expected.’
Don’t tell Gilly, but I added a new ingredient to his smoothies; yogourt with 8% fat. He has never eaten yogourt in the 24 years I’ve known him, but he did today, unbeknownst to him. He said the smoothie was delicious. Yahoo! I found a new source of protein, rich calories and calcium, all wrapped up in one. So now I am adding protein powder, wheat germ, skim milk powder, whole milk and yogourt to the fruit mélange. It’s actually quite yummy. I lick the spoon, so I know!
I prepared 3 different types of meat for dinner (chicken from Akhavan, a pork chop with a light sprinkling of chicken spice and a pork chop marinated in Bar-B-Q sauce). He selected the one with chicken spice, and cleaned it down to the bone. I never know what he’ll be in the mood for, so variety in terms of choice is crucial. This is reasonable when I have the time, and allows me my sanity (I feel much more comfortable when he eats). I am thrilled with what he consumed today in general. When I had my babies I counted ounces; I never dreamed I’d be doing this for Gilly. I’ve learned to curb the amount of food I prepare, so I myself will not be tempted to eat enough for us both!
Gilly left the table with the same smile he arrived with this evening. I think I will fall asleep with ease tonight, knowing he is content for the meantime.
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