It was very busy here yesterday morning as the guys finished up the garage clean out. I am so thankful they could make the time on short notice to do such a big, wet, dirty job.
While these jobs are easier to do for sure with no littles underfoot, for the gramerlings it was like opening the doors on Aladdin's treasure cave. I really appreciate the guy's managing all the little helpers as they explored Pap's hidden room.
That revealed a little job Handy Man can do while porch sitting- reduce the volume of fishing stuff and tackle boxes that accumulated through the years.
For ten days, when no one was watching, the ants moved in. While the guys were working outside, Rae spent the morning trying to find anything in the pantry they might have access to and tossing or repackaging. Aunt Tish came in the late afternoon to help me finish the kitchen job.
Handy Man went to work on some folding. I feel like it is such a fine line to walk. My tendency is to want to do everything for him. I know it is important both mentally and physically for him do anything he feels up to doing.
The visiting home health nurse came about 4:00 yesterday. She was such a nice young lady. I was overjoyed that none of Handy Man's vitals had changed from the hospital. She said it all looked great.
I was dismayed this morning when he had a weight gain close to a doctor call. Not quite there, but more than should be in an evening. We'll try to be even more careful of salt today, maybe move around more if he can, and hope we don't see the same in the morning. If we do, then I'll have a call into the docs first thing.
Thank you for your continued prayers that his body figures out this smaller heart.
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