Cath day

 Monday May 18th was the day that I had my heart cathetarization done. I had to be at the hospital at 5:45. 

They got me all ready for the procedure. 

IV all hooked up. Actually it was done twice. The nurse did it once and then said that it wasn't flowing well enough so she brought in a guy to redo it.

I got fancy jewelry, one to identify me, one to warn about my allergy to penicillin and the other proclaiming me a fall risk

and then we waited.

I think it was around 7:30 or so when they took me for the procedure. In my drug induced state it didn't seem to take very long. Afterwards I went back to the original room and we waited some more. The doctor came in to talk to us and we waited some more. It was early afternoon when we were finally able to leave. Amanda wanted to use the valet parking so we had front door service and no walking to get the car from a parking garage. I honestly felt like I could have driven myself but it was nice to have Amanda there to do the driving. Once home I spent the rest of the day napping on the couch.

Tiny Dancer

 Sunday May 17th was Presley's dance recital. There were a total of 30 performances including the finale. She was in two of them plus the finale. I sat through watching a lot of kids who did an excellent job but it was the ones where Presley was dancing that I enjoyed the most.

Unfortunately my phone took lousy pictures but I had some pictures that I got from Amanda and a couple I took from my daughter in laws FB page. She is 3rd from the left in the first and 2nd from the left in the second picutre.

I did grab a picture of her afterwards but she was already changed out of her costume.

How about a couple of her professional photos that were taken.

We remember

 

Memorial Day always lands with a quieter weight than most holidays. It’s a day built on reflection more than celebration — a pause to acknowledge the men and women who never made it home, and the families whose lives were permanently reshaped by that sacrifice. However you spend the day — working, resting, grilling, or just trying to catch up on life — I hope there’s a moment of stillness in it, a moment to honor the people who gave up their ordinary days so we could have ours.

Fresh eggs

 Amanda was visiting with her friend who's sister has chickens. She got a bunch of fresh eggs. Unwashed and not refrigerated. When I was at Amanda's house the one day she gave me some of the eggs.

I was a bit nervous about trying them. I don't know why because they are most likely safter than the ones I get int he grocery store. One morning I decided to scramble a couple of them for my breakfast.

Perfectly delicious.

Apparently as long as you do not wash the eggs they are good unrefrigerated for up to a month. Once you wash them though they need to go in the refrigerator.