We’re back. Stef and I have returned from Milwaukee. We spent the weekend visiting my father and the family.
Tell me if you’ve heard this one before? My dad goes into the hospital for one thing and ends up with some sort of package deal from hell!
It was supposed to be one simple operation. Instead it became a string of procedures, removing organs (gallbladder) we didn’t know were in play when we started.
Anyway, it’s all done. My dad’s come through it well. But, he went through a few months of tsuris to get to this point.
With a walker for security he moves at a brisk pace. The shortness of breath that preceded his TAVR surgery is mainly gone.
We kept him busy this weekend. He stood up to the test, then crashed once he got home.
“I never even put on my pajamas.”
Stef and I visited him at his apartment in a senior living facility. He doesn’t need assisted living in the classic sense, but has someone who’s with him all day. We’re lucky he found LaTonya.
I mated his cellphone with his hearing aid. It worked well in my presence. I’ll lay 2:1 it’s not working within the week.
I have ten Milwaukee relatives. My sister and brother-in-law have been there over twenty years. Their two daughters have started families nearby. And now, of course, my father.
We got to spend time with all the family. It’s sad we’re such strangers to Trudi and Jeff’s grandchildren (Charlie, Judah and Gabby). A few thousand miles does that.
We watched the Packers lose in Wisconsin with Packers fans.
We found an airport store where cow shaped Wisconsin Cheddar can be bought.
We lived through this morning’s five below reading on the ‘carmometer.’
We spent lots of time with my dad.
Most of the way back America was a white, frozen tundra. There were plenty of snow capped mountains from the Rockies west, even here in SoCal.
We live in amazing times where you can sit in a chair and be transported through space to see loved ones far away. In four hours we traveled 1,753 miles, losing two hours and gaining 75º!