It’s been another busy, beautiful, “waiting for spring” week here at the ri’vah. We seem to go from famine to feast in the activities department, and this week our plates have really been full.
After visiting hospitals and assisted living homes, Wednesday was our first visit to a nursing home. I’m definitely finding that both mine and Bear’s favorite visits are with senior citizens, which we can even do at the hospital because one of the floors we visit is the geriatric wing. Bear, with his “velcro head”, is really becoming a big hit for those confined to wheel chairs. He found two little ladies sitting side by side Wednesday at the nursing home, and I thought between the two of them they would probably rub every hair he had off his head. He just settled his head into one of their laps, soaked up the caresses for two or three minutes, then moved over one chair for more of the same. The two ladies were delighted and had the best time laughing and vying for his attention. After a while, I had to drag Bear away to meet others who were waiting, but we had to promise to come back to those two before we left – which we did.
The most poignant moments happen at those visits also. One little lady, who could not have weighed more than 75 lbs. followed us with her eyes as we slowly made our way down the row of wheel chairs in the day room on Wednesday. This is a big nursing home, and there must have been 35-40 residents who had gathered for “dog petting day”. When we got to her chair, I asked if she wanted to pet Bear. Her beautiful pale blue eyes looked into mine, and I realized she probably could not hear me. I patted her leg (Bear’s cue to put his head down), and he placed that big head in her lap. Then I took her hand and placed it on top of his head. She looked down with the sweetest smile and gently rubbed his head with fingers gnarled by time. I truly could have just stayed right there for the rest of the visit.
Another special moment was with Happy Jack. A therapist had been trying to access the sight of one of the patients, a 92-year old WW II veteran. With Happy Jack at the left side of the gentleman’s wheel chair, it was evident he could see the dog. Marty then led Happy Jack to the right side of the chair. At first it was evident that the old soldier didn’t see the dog there. But when the therapist placed the man’s hand on the dog’s head, he suddenly “focused” on Happy Jack and said, “Ah, there he is!” The therapist was delighted to have it confirmed that he could indeed “see” from both eyes.
Every visit is different, and we are loving it. Bear continues to balk at getting in the car at home, but once he arrives in Albany, he is all business and loving it. Getting him into the car to come home is a breeze.
Signs of spring are everywhere here in our yard, and I’m so afraid we are going to have another hard freeze to top off the winter, killing all the tender young growth that is appearing everywhere.
Another spring first appeared this afternoon . . .
- As you already know, if you’ve been checking the link to Blair’s Travel Blog to India, she has not been able to post. She has it all ready, loaded with photos, and everytime she hits “publish”, an error message comes up. She will continue to try, but it’s looking really iffy right now. I promise I will post some of her photos when she returns – if she doesn’t get it going. So far she has been to Bangalore, Mumbai, and this morning (her birthday) arrived in Delhi and was presented a beautiful flower lei by her group of travelers. We have Skyped once, and she and Jason have Skyped every night. Jet lag hit four days in, and she is running on sheer adrenaline at the moment. Just before they leave, they are taking a day off to visit the Taj Mahal. I can’t wait to see her photographs!
- I’ve been praying hard for a good report from my dermatologist today. Having had a basal cell skin cancer removed from my leg several years ago, I’m always on the alert for skin changes, and a couple of weeks ago discovered a spot just inside my hairline at my forehead that scared me. It looked nothing like the basal cell. This one was brown, irregularly shaped, and hard. I had my appointment made in a flash, and my doctor pronounced it a simple benign “something that I can’t spell, pronounce, or remember the name of”. All that mattered were the words, “nothing to worry about”. Thank you, Lord.
- Dudley (my sleep apnea mask) and I are sleeping better together. I usually throw him out of bed around 4:30 a.m., but I’m hoping to eventually make it an all-nighter. My energy level is ramping up daily, I’ve only taken two daytime naps since beginning to sleep with Dudley, and instead of constantly wanting to sit down and do nothing, I find myself hunting projects around the house to keep me occupied. I would still prefer to have only Ted as my sleeping partner, but with the benefits Dudley is providing, it looks like there will be three of us in the bed from now on (or four – with Maddie; and sometimes five – with Bear). Oh heck, it’s a bed FULL!
- FUN! My friend Samille is hand painting wine glasses! I asked for one with a fish on both sides, and here it is:
That’s the week from the ri’vah. Have a wonderul, wonderful weekend, and I’ll see you back here on Monday. For my northern friends, I am praying for NO MORE SNOW and some warmer temperatures for ya’ll. Where spring is right around the corner for us, it seems the north has a little more waiting to do.