I realize I have not written here for a while. It just seems like life is busy, and there’s always something going on.
Phil was in the hospital for 12 days in June. It started as cellulitis, then a bloodstream infection which caused his kidney to think about shutting down. They got the kidney going again with some diuretics which in turn caused a gout flare in Phil’s knee, wrist, and hand. Especially when the kidney was shutting down, life was pretty stressful. I was home with the dogs most of the time except when I could find someone to watch Blake while I went out to do a job like play a wedding or a Mass at church, or go to mental health appointments downtown. I didn’t get to the Malt shop during this period, but luckily they are understanding about my absences.
This past weekend I played for both the Saturday evening and the Sunday morning Masses. Then we had someone over to install a new security system. Finally, I played at the Malt Shop for 3.5 hours, and some friends, including Phil, came for dinner.
I’m looking forward to the Fourth of July. We have plans with a friend to go out to eat and then to come back to the house to watch Bohemian Rhapsody the movie. Later this month, Phil’s sister and her husband are going to camp near our house and spend some time with us. Phil’s also thinking about taking a weekend camping trip in September. I hope he and Blake get to do that, as I know they’ll have lots of fun. I’m into creature comforts, so camping isn’t my thing.
In addition to reading braille books on my note taker, I’ve begun the first draft of a book about Phil and my life and relationship. I’m not in any hurry, but with all that we’ve been through, maybe someone will benefit or at least be entertained by reading our story. I’ve tried to make it easier to write by doing an outline full of notes, but even after doing that, I’ve found I’ve forgotten things. The writing is more daunting than I thought it would be.
While Phil was gone in the hospital, there was a truck in our neighborhood which stirred up the dogs. I was wishing I knew neighbors to ask what was going on, and this motivated me to get on an app called Next Door and find and write to a few neighbors on my block. Some of them were kind enough to give me their cell phone numbers, so I could call or text if I had a question about something happening on our block. One neighbor is coming over to introduce herself today. I’m glad I took the time to reach out to people on our block. The neighbors on either side of us don’t speak English well, and in one case, they’re afraid of dogs. These have been barriers to getting to know them well.
I’d better close, because a certain Yellow Lab is going to want dinner soon.