Raining Blessings

Good morning!

It's raining again this morning. The rain itself is a blessing!  In Southern California after a dry fall and winter, it's especially good to have a lot of water falling from the sky.

The grass in the Lower Forty is growing wild. Julio was supposed to come cut it last Monday, but he didn't.  Now, if he comes this Monday it will be wetter than ever, and it will bow down under his mower and spring back tall and ready to dry out just waiting for a wildfire spark.  Not that we've had one, but I'm just sayin'.

We have had a time of it with the doctors and so forth. Five times in ten days to the ER was just too much, so we jumped up and down and made a fuss and the result is that my husband's Foley catheter was removed and he's on his own again in the dept. of waterworks.  I hope it works out as he already seems happier in general.

Add to that five visits to the ER, the equal number of visits to doctors to try to find a solution to Theo's plight.  That is a lot of gas, a lot of going, and very little time spent at home except to mess up the place and crash from exhaustion. I don't know what the solution to health care problems is; all I know is that it isn't what's being done.  Ninety percent of our problems could be taken care of if we had a good live-in nurse.  Hah.

Anyway, the Primary Physician yesterday seemed to think that Theo isn't doing too badly, and advised him to be positive.  There isn't much more that we can do anyway, is there--be happy and deal with the crises as they arise.

Anyway, as the earth benefits from our welcome showers of rain, so our spirits benefit from the welcome respite from crises.  YAZZYBEL