Thanks y'all

Two nights out in a row, and no mishaps. Pretty good track record!

Friday night at my mom’s was warm and loving. I took a picture of Gilly in his new fur coat (couched by the devoted duo, Tamara and Max), courtesy of Steven. I trust he’ll remain warm all winter long. It may have been overkill for Friday night, but he sure did make an entrance.

The movie was nothing special, in my estimation, but the event was. It’s been a long time since Gilly has been my date for a movie on a Saturday night. I’m proud to say that after 24 years of marriage and what with all that’s happening these days, we’re still dating. Yaron dropped us off and the Zigman’s took it from there. I think the fur coat is the trick; we were treated like royalty.

Today was a busy one. I provided breakfast in bed at 10:00 and gave in to his need for more sleep. The Temodal does make him feel tired, but strangely only by day. At night, he prowls around lie other nocturnal creatures. He wanders around downstairs, refusing to come up where I can monitor his safety and still get some bedrest; this prevents me from sleeping. If you come across me snoring away one day on a park bench, you’ll understand why.

I tried and tried with all my might, but could not pull him out of bed until after 2:00. Thankfully, Kenny called to say he’d be dropping by; that was just the incentive Gilly needed. While he visited with Kenny, Rosanne and Sharon sauntered in as well. Moments later, Duds and Yael arrived. Duds got started on railing construction for the stairway while Yael crawled into my lap for a cuddle.

The possibility of a walk was rained out, but my two lady friends dragged me out for some respite; we went for coffee instead. Tamara came by to supervise her dad in my stead.

I returned home an hour later to find Yam helping his brother complete the installation. They’ll finish the job tomorrow; a special drill is needed to put bars in the bathroom. The renovations were done with benevolence, loving kindness and respect for Gilly’s physical as well as his emotional needs. He approved the ‘look.’ Duds and John made every effort to match the style of railing to the existing charm that Gilly created according to our Montreal Schwager taste.

How lucky we are to have such devoted family and friends. Without them, I’d be a zombie. There’s more to do than I can handle on a physical, emotional and spiritual level. I continue to be brave and strong most of the time because I have so many shoulders to lean on. I do not even have the time to call in all the offers for help of every kind that I have received of late. Many thanks to all, and I do mean ALL!