As time goes on, Jeff is venturing out on various errands and eating places. We are learning that even though he has a handicap placard, most spaces are taken. The longer walk is not a bad thing.....of course when you forget the placard, he has no choice. At times as he walks through the house, it is like a horror movie. The noise of his walker goes, plunk, clunk-scrape. Early in the morning, in the middle of the night. It is the sound of his walker being set down, a step, then pushing of the walker, over and over again. Once he reaches his destination, there is a lull until he decides to return to his room. plunk, clunk-scrape, plunk, clunk-scrape. Until Jeff asked me to put those ubiquitous yellow tennis balls at the end of the walker. So I sacrificed a few of Gayle's good tennis balls. I have been getting more uninterrupted sleep since then.
Jared is back from Mt. Hermon so we have a full house again. One person alters the cosmic forces of our Wada universe. We are trying to decide what to do for the 4th of July. The time he was sick when he was young, we climbed to the roof to watch the various fire work shows (I don't think I ever revealed that to Gayle). I don't think that will work this time. Thanks to all of you for your concern and prayers.
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