Stitches were removed today. We still wait with baited breath that the long cut from sturnam to belly button will stay closed. A friend from our church and one of my prayer partners dropped a casserole off tonight. With it being hospital day, and the hospital being an hour away, by the time we returned home, I was very grateful for her thoughtfulness. That was even after our Deaconess called last week, and I told her we didn't need anything. I am very self sufficient, and I had cooked and frozen several meals ahead. But I was tired tonight. I welcomed the meal, and her short visit. Maybe I don't have to be quite so self sufficient.
Keith (David Keith) has noticed just a little pulling on the wound, and I immediately headed to the closest drug store and picked up some seri-strips. Just a precaution, but we really, really want that wound to say closed. Packing a foot long wound that tunnels is very painful for Keith, and very stressful for me - the packer. But hopefully it will hold. If not, we've been there, done that. Just don't want too.
I took the dogs out for a run, and while they played, picked up several more branches in the back yard. We had a large tree cut down late fall that was very damaged in the June 1 tornado of 2007. Our neighbors are going to help us cut it up this spring, and we will share the wood for burning. But as I go outside, I try to pick up a few of the branches and throw them into a nearby ravine to help clear the yard. I want us to be ready to get the chain saws going as soon as the snow all melts and mud dries up, and hopefully before all the grass beneath the tree will die.
I got myself an electric chain saw for Christmas, on sale for $29.00! I've never used a chain saw, but with it being small, I look forward to being able to help with cutting the small branches. There is a group of young men at a church our friends attend in Ohio that have offered to come back out for a weekend this spring, and help us with our continued tornado cleanup. The strong winds of December has pulled another tree down that stood by the fence. So many of the trees were damaged and now, fall so easily.
The Casserole is hot, and I am hungry. Keith is resting, and needs to be.
I hope you enjoyed my post about our Fannin family roots, and the probable bet that we hailed from County Tipperary, Ireland. I'll be bringing our Welsh history to you soon!
love,
Aunt Betty
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