It was gray today and it started with a nice cystoscopy (look that up. I’m not about to try to describe it). This all went down before breakfast, before coffee—now that is some good, clean, fun. The lady preparing me for this happy little experience asked me a series of questions and made little notes on a clipboard.
When she says: “How much do you weigh?” I quip; “That’s personal.”
She says; “Oh, it’s about to get REAL personal here in a minute.”
She and the doctor were efficient, professional and quick—so all that was good, plus when the good doctor finished probing around and mumbling under his breath he pronounced me healthy and said we don’t have to see each other for six months. I was happy, not that I don’t enjoy our little meetings. With the cystoscopy behind me I fairly skipped out to the car to commence my day and find a good, stout cup of coffee.
I put in a good solid day at Bethel and noticed while I was enjoying dinner with Hope that the sun had come out and the grass out on Bittersweet could be cut tonight. It’s been a wet spring and the grass is growing lush and long. Hope and I cut the lawn. Lois planted some bulbs given to us by folk from Bethel while I helped by watching from the porch. (Hey, I had a rough day). The lawn was restored to its parklike beauty. There is satisfaction in that.
It’s nice to think that I have a full day of work ahead of me tomorrow, a nice little solitary drive tomorrow evening, and a wedding rehearsal with some old friends, and no invasive procedures that are too embarrassing to describe.
May 29, 2019