Memorial Day Weekend

The weather is holding it's own here in good Ol' Virginny. Temps around 80 with just enough sun to keep you outside. One moment of a brief shower has been the only bump in this holiday road.

I decided, after listening to the weather reports, to do my Memorial Day cookout today, Sunday. I couldn't do it on Saturday because that's my husband's dialysis day plus I needed desparately to clean our bathroom. Saturday's weather was the best thus far of the weekend but what could I do?

I also decided that I would make some homemade ice cream with the freshly picked strawberries that I purchased from the "strawberry lady" who comes to my place of employment and pushes strawberries for dollars. She picks them herself and she does a good job with picking the best ones in the fields no doubt. I did this particular chore on Saturday. It's a good thing that I did or no ice cream would have been made. It turned out pretty good even if I do say so myself.

I got in touch with a lady who was selling a geriatric chair that I could use for my husband. She sold it to me for 40 bucks! This will make his days more comfortable than that tired old wheelchair he's been sitting in since he got home. I borrowed a co-worker's truck and motored over to her house to pick it up. My daughter went with me to help in case the chair was heavier than I anticipated. It wasn't. This, of course, set me back on my schedule on how things were going to go down today. These plans I make seem somehow to never fall in to place like I envision them.

The food didn't get onto the grill until 6:00pm. I was starving and so was my husband. But he didn't eat very much. We had hot dogs, hamburgers, baked beans, potato salad, and chips. My neighbor came over and ate a hot dog and some of his friends came over as well. I had put up my Redskins canopy that was a gift last year from my sister and mom! I love it!

He had 2 visitors this weekend that he hadn't seen or heard from since his days in the hospital. His brother, James and one of his sisters, Eunice. I was glad to see them and they were glad to see him. Interesting conversations. So his weekend went relatively well with 1 exception.

I got him back into the house and was putting him back into bed and noticed that the "sling" that I use to lift him out of the chair and into the bed was a bit too high to support him just right. I thought I could pull it off anyway. So I called my daughter in to give me a hand with keeping him from pitching forward. It worked except for when I gave him that last little pump to clear his feet off of the lift. Before we knew what happened, he was on the floor! My daughter and I both tried with everything in us to keep him from hitting the floor but nothing could stop it. He wasn't that high off of the ground and his feet kinda cushioned him in a way. Thank God we have carpeting on our bedroom floor. He didn't hit that hard nor did he hit his head on anything. We repositioned the "sling" under him while he was lying on the floor and lifted him from the floor and got him onto the bed. I apologized profusely to him. It scared him to death but I'm pretty sure my daughter and I were more scared than he. He actually said he forgave me and knows that I didn't do it on purpose. That made me feel better. Next time I'll know not to do that when I know that the "sling" isn't positioned correctly no matter what. I felt so bad! At least he didn't get seriously hurt. Thank God for that.

So with that my weekend is done. That was enough excitement for one day and hopefully he'll trust me enough to allow me to get him up tomorrow!