Saturday, December 25, 2010

What a wonderful day!!!!!! Christmas with Bob, Ann, Walt, Mary, and Susan! Weather not so good, but an atmosphere of love and wonderful spirit prevails. Bob came back after a long time getting well from his broken vertebra and it was really good to be all together. We even had good food!!

Bob is back officially from the rehab as of Dec. 22. I asked Bob how he felt, and said he "feels in love with a girl in a pink shirt." That's ME!

Walter, Mary and Susan came from PA, Annie is here from Long Beach, and Melvin, here for home care, is reading a good book. Glad to hear from Mary Jo, Doug and Sheri. About to call Janet, Karyn, and everyone in Kansas.

More later---

Friday, November 26, 2010

A friend from our very young age came to visit today. Mike Armstrong
lived across the street on 27th St. in Parsons, Ks. He is now retired, and lives on an island off Florida. He's had a very exciting life, but is VERY happy to be out of the rat race now.

Bob is walking better now, but I didn't get to go see him today. I'm hoping that he'll be home permanently for Christmas. He came home yesterday and ate Thanksgiving Dinner with me down in our Village dining room. He will be here all day tomorrow with some help to see that he doesn't fall again.

I'm afraid that I have the pink eye. I will probably spend half the day taking care of that. Oh well, with Bob here, that's the very important thing! Take care==Marian

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

It was a nice day here today in that it didn't rain, and it wasn't cold. Bob is working hard on being able to walk so he can come home for good, but will come home tomorrow so that he can go to Thanksgiving dinner down in our dining room. It will be wonderful to have him here for even just a short while. My afternoon was spent visiting him, and trying to stay awake after I got back. This sleeping problem is of some concern, and I can't find a good book to give me a reason to stay awake. I have a great desire for a visit to Kansas, but no chance of doing it. HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE AND ALL=====Marian

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

This is the third night that I have had crazy dreams. Last night I dreamed that a bunch of high school students were practicing dance steps for some up-coming program. This was fine, except that they were doing it on my bed while I was trying to sleep===Marian

Monday, November 15, 2010

Lonesome without Bob, but spent the afternoon with him at the rehab place. He's improving, and it's hopeful that he'll be home by Christmas. As Ann and Joe, and Walt, Mary and Susan will be here for Christmas, we should have a great time.

I find that every time I sit down on the davy, I go to sleep, so I got some light-weight books (some call them "airplane books" to read. Hope they do the job of keeping me awake most of any day.

I'm excited about colder weather. I've always liked these Southern winters. Woops, the doorbell==tis my night meal. I'll write more in my blog in the morning. Marian

Sunday, November 14, 2010

One Dozen Yellow Roses for ME!

Bob is still in re-hab. He wants to come home, and I'm going crazy because he isn't home. Here is a story that happened during his stay: He wanted his credit card while in there, but the nurse that was with us was quite positive that he should NOT have it. There were reasons that he should not have it in that environment. But he held out and kept his credit card. NOW we all know why: A dozen yellow roses arrived here the next day - such beautiful ones! The credit card came home too. Oh, what a man he is!!!!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Without Bob here, it's hard to stay awake. I'm hoping Les and Mary Jo will come up and add some life not only to Bob's life, but to mine.

News from here is nil. I sleep a lot--dreamed that my Mother slept with me all night last night, but she left this world some years ago. Wish she had been there by my side.

Just talked to Ann--they are having cold weather outside. Not what I think of the weather when I thing of Southern California.

Hope everyone has a really good day==Marian