My daughter and granddaughter spent a lot of time here both Saturday and Sunday, helping out around the house in any way they could and letting Cliff have a full day of outdoor time with no worries about whether I needed something. He didn't even have to wash a dish for those two days!
Grandson Arick traded his gas-guzzling pickup truck for a 2001 Mustang that he's really proud of.
I actually picked a mess of strawberries Saturday and transplanted a few flower seedlings yesterday.
I woke up in the night to discover another spontaneous bleed at the hole where my drain tube had been removed; knowing the nurse was coming this morning, I didn't worry about it. She said I must just be an easy bleeder, because the coumadin count in my blood is actually low, not high. In fact, she said the doctor would probably double it. She'll let me know after she's talked with the doctor. Unless I call for something, I won't be seeing the nurse again until next week. I'm due to go to the doctor next Tuesday to get the staples removed (I think).
Yesterday afternoon Rachel and I kept the TV on, since there were tornado warnings for our area. Later on we heard about the Joplin mess; that one really hit home because Rachel's husband has relatives in that area; I hear some of them lost their homes. Kevin's son, Jon, lives in Joplin; he is OK.
That's it for today's report. I may try to pick a few more strawberries, since rain is forecast to show up around noon today.