Thursday, March 4th

 TERRY

I have nothing new about Terry.  She seemed to have a good sleep last night and appears that she will be ready for two hours of rehab this afternoon.  The first is in the gym and the second will be in the water.  I need to look at her schedule as I think next week is evaluation and we will go from there.

As I walked out to get the paper it was a refreshing 60 and with a projected high of only 72 it should be a comfortable day.  I am playing tennis at 9:00 and then again at 3:00.  I usually do not play twice but will today.

Our caregiver, Sonia, called last night and was on her way to the hospital and we have not heard from her this morning.  So I am not sure if we will see her again this week.  It sounded as if she may stay last night but I do not know that.  IF she does not come we will manage as last week she could not come Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.  

I failed twice yesterday.  That is I failed to do what I intended.  I took an hour nap so I did not get back to work on our taxes and this morning as I looked down at the scale it showed numbers that I did not like.  I was up .4 so that means I had better double down today and behave myself.  As I turned over in bed and woke up this morning I felt my stomach rumble so I thought maybe there will be good news but NO.

As spring approaches I miss Dave in a new way.  Even though come June it will be a year since he left us spring was a time when we begin doing things outside on the farm and often together.  That was a time when we would make new wooden guns to play with.  It was a time when we could get out our baseball gloves and play catch.  It was a time we would cut the grass between the corncrib and the road so we could play ball with the rubberized ball and use the corncrib as a back stop.  In terms of work it was a time when after the fields were planted it was about a week to 10 day span where we would pick rocks.  Picking rocks was work mixed with play because if you did not mix the two rock picking was a terrible job.  I could write a whole chapter for a new book about how we made picking rocks a game, an art which turned a not so fun work project into something that was kind of enjoyable.  Anyway I am happy for Dave as I know where he is and his suffering of many years is at an end.  As for me I think about him every day.

Somehow I missed posting this yesterday as it is art from the Adkins.  I do not see a name on this but I do know that at least two of the ones from yesterday were compliments of Faustina.  

Here it is 8:15 and I am finished for the day.  With tennis at nine I need to see if Terry needs anything and then get a couple things done before I go.  With no note from Sonia by this time I will assume she will not be here today.  

I do have some FP coffee left so maybe I will move from the computer to the couch and enjoy my FP to the last drop.  I may even allow my mind to drift back to the late 50s where the Yankees and Braves met in the World Series 3 times and one of those times my Braves with Hammering Hank in the lead won!  OR I may read the article in the sports today about Arnie, the king.  With that in mind I may even go back to my 90 yard golf hole on the farm and play a round or two in my mind.  It will be a forgone conclusion that Arnie, the king, will win FOR SURE.

After blabbered on I still have some FP left.