This is Lindsay's dog Cooper in their Mini Cooper. Lindsay is an EMT and as such she is occasionally sent to various disasters around the country. She's going down with a contingent of other EMTs to help out in the hurricane aftermath. They are being flown into Atlanta tonight.
Otherwise, Joan and I are doing all the things we have to do in order to be as ready as we can be for the knee operation. There may be a few days when I'm not real chatty.
The rest of the pictures. Robin wants to know when you'll get back to your usual place. Me too.
Tonight before I go to bed I have to wash myself with the special anti-bacterial soap that they gave to me. Have to do it tonight (Tuesday) and the next two days so that Friday I'll be clean for the operation.
In local news we actually had rain today. The kind of rain that gets things wet. Real rain. More good news. When he mommy dropped Oliver off at school Friday morning the substitute teacher asked for a minute with her. She told her that Oliver was a joy to teach and such a good little person and that she was nominating him for a "kindness" award. I'm not sure what that is, but it's really good. We're all very proud of Oliver.
And Joan's daughter Lindsay, you saw her thigh and her new dog Cooper in a picture the other day, just joined a special group for EMTs (those folks who drive the ambulances). On Thursday night Lindsay delivered a baby!
Joan and I are slackers. No nominations for any awards, no delivering babies, but I walked Izzy in the early drizzle before it really started coming down.
So things are fine here. I hope you're feeling better. Let me know how you're doing as soon as you can.
Hope you had a happy (as much as you can in a rehab or wherever you are).
We got ourselves a handicap parking placard, so we're cooking with Crisco now. In a week I'll be under the knife. I've got to put together a seat for the shower. That's tomorrow. Check your email for a picture.
Some more photos from Pacifica's Fog Festival. Kinsley is fascinated but maybe a little afraid. Or tired.
Joan and I met the surgeon on Tuesday. Kaiser Permanente is nothing if not thorough. He seemed like a nice guy. A week from Friday, at seven minutes past noon, the show begins. And I'll join the Pat Down Society. My titanium knee will set off those alarms at the airport.
More fog festival pictures. There was a petting zoo with goats. Kins seems to have become fascinated with a turtle that was wandering around there.
Up here in Portland someone just flicked the switch. Summer is over and Fall is here. Between Saturday and today the streets are filled with leaves. Every year, after the leaves fall and the first big rain comes the lowest ranking field reporter on our TV station is sent out to do an "on-the-scene" report next to a backed up drain in the street. Any day now.
Spent the weekend watching football and reading up on do's and don'ts for the knee operation. Nothing exciting happened, except that Izzy is back to lying down next to Joan while we watch TV. Having a neurotic dog isn't easy, but she really does love us. She really hates squirrels, though.