I had to cut my morning workout a bit short today, because I promised I'd take Louise to visit her husband, who is in the hospital, 30 miles away. He had an aorta aneurysm that needed a repair. Since he had had so many previous heart related surgeries in the past, they fortunately were able to go up through the aorta and repair it, without opening him up. All went well and he is as ornery as ever, almost ready to get out and continue his job of keeping us all toeing the line around here.
Bob was the first person we met when we arrived on Pritchard Island. We had been over on the dock, checking out the lake, when he came over to us to inform us that "I hope you know that this dock is theirs(meaning the people on that side of the road) and we were not permitted on it". Once he got to know us,though, he lightened up and became a trusted friend who kept an eye on our house when we were gone. We thought those days were past,though, since he was failing so quickly recently. But I think he's going to be as good as new now.
Louise bought me lunch in the cafeteria after her visit. We spent the time swapping accounts of our eating and food preparation habits. If anyone thinks I obsess about what I eat, you haven't met anyone yet. She buys all of her food at the health food store, all organic and mostly green. She juices her greens every morning and eats oatmeal at night often. And her husband won't touch a thing she buys or makes. Every meal is eaten out. I pale to her standards.
But, at least my husband eats at home and appreciates most of what I prepare. I think. Or maybe he just doesn't want to go out and eat with Bob.
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