John's In

I don't know what happened to the rest of the posts I wrote from my phone, but they do show up on my phone if not here. I'm so nervous about my right knee. Thursday we head back up to Philly, to Jefferson U. Hosp., to see the orthopedist. Last time, he gave me a shot, but last time, my knee had been improving. This time, it's horrible. The only medication that's helped (until this evening), is percocet. And percocet brings its own problems. I see the orthopedist Thursday and I'm hoping he'll want to give me a new knee. I'm looking forward to eventually getting back to normal --with a new knee. I'm wheeling around in a wheelchair on the main floor and it's annoying. I have to have canes on every floor. I can't really go into stores, which means I can't get the cat's food, the little girls their Easter gifts--nothing. Thank God, I have Harry and he'll get the stuff. I'm watching my house get dirtier filling with cat hair and dust bunnies. Yuck. Who can concentrate on dust when one is in pain. I found someone to do the kitty litter for when I'm down. One step. I need someone to clean for that time too.
John is here fixing the house. It's great when he's here. He painted our shutters, did our deck, and he's waiting for the lazy susans for the corner cabinets. They've always been impossible, so finally, they'll be useful. He's doing more, but the list is boring. The point is when John is in from Washington State he fixes all the big and little problems of the house. We trust John and we love him.
I painted today and that was good. I'm always grateful when I do. For that, for John, for Harry and our cats, it was a beautiful day.

Spring blooms

I'm not sure if this is my favorite time of the year--with the daffodils and magnolias in blossom trees in bud or in just a few weeks when the leaves come out and all the plants are coming alive again. I hear a woodpecker in the park behind me. Other birds--so many birds--are singing. Children are out front riding their skates and bikes. The ice cream truck has come around and dinner has passed. This is a glorious time to be alive and out here under the ice blue sky.

Note to Jerry

Dear Jerry,
I wish u were here. I've wished u were here since u physically left the earth. I do hear noises in the houser but I don't think they're u. Not after the wonderful stunts u were able to pull off. I wish you'd do the smoke again. That was my my favorite. Bruce and harry loved it too. That touch a couple of weeks ago was great but that could have been my father. He's done that before.
Not having u to talk to , to review events with, is hard. I think it's hardest on Brian. He needs you to counsel him. He and ho are such ethical people and I have u to thank. Thank you.