It's a new year

Not really into saying happy new year because I know it probably won't be.  But I say it because I hope it will be. 

It's been quiet and good around here.  John's been feeling good and doing well.  It's been warm and we've walked outside several times, sat in the sun.  I cleaned up the last of the leaves and finished the weedeating from a month ago.  Yesterday my family came over to celebrate Mama's b'day.  I fixed black eyed peas, rice, ham, cornbread, tea, and cookies and ice cream.  We had a great time. 

John called his dad last night to tell him they didn't need to come; he's having good days and can be by himself.  His dad said they had already packed the car and were coming.  Plus, even tho John has good days, there's the one day he doesn't feel good and they want to be there for that.  John gave in, so they're on their way this morning.

It started raining yesterday around 2, a nice steady rain.  This morning it's overcast and drippy.  Wanted to go to church but John is having some pain and his patch has a lot of yellow drainage again.  There is a definite correlation to the drain and pain.  His parents will probably be here around 2. 

We had a 'first' the other night.  Well, actually it happened a little at my parents at Christmas, but this was the worse so far.  John missed the toilet totally while peeing and loaded the trash can, floor, and rug instead.  I'm learning that when I hear, "Laura, I'm so sorry," he's messed up something.   We've decided he will sit to pee from now on.  He couldn't see the toilet and was guessing he was hitting it.  I think he may be losing a little more vision field.  No accidents since then.  Except for the antique pitcher lid.  My fault for leaving it in his medicine area on the kitchen counter--and on the right side.  Someone used it to contain bacon grease, and it's tall and slender; pottery, really cool, not sure of a date but I'd say the '40's ?? .  He hit it with his right hand, which he doesn't have a lot of control over.  The pitcher part landed in a garbage can below it and the lid went flying and hit the tile floor.   Oh well.  Now I can put tall utensils in it.

Some friends are coming over this afternoon, but if John keeps feeling yucky, I will call them and reschedule.  Don't want to go back to school tomorrow, but thank goodness it's a planning day.  I like hanging out with John.  Will have to make a decision about work; leave of absence, time off.....keep working.....

And, since it's the new year, his insurance deductible starts over, and now we're paying for Hospice.  Will spend most of my day at work tomorrow making phone calls............. thank goodness it's a planning day.