All Quiet Here

Jon went to the IPOP (In Patient Out Patient) clinic by himself today. He didn't need me for anything. They took his blood, asked the same questions as yesterday, and then they all waited for the results.  Getting closer but not there yet.  He has a painful shoulder, perhaps the bone pain they have warned about. They do not want people to take Tylenol because they want full information about fevers, but he got permission to take it (after taking his temperature) if the shoulder blade continues to feel really sore. It has been this way for about five days. Everything seems to be on track -- he is getting more tired, his blood counts are as expected, he is not feeling great. Food doesn't seem interesting. He is supposed to keep drinking, which doesn't even seem all that enticing, but that's not optional.

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We did go home yesterday and collect up some more stuff, see some people doing fun farm things outside in the sun, sit in our clean living room (the cleaning ladies came -- they never like the way we have the cat organized and they took apart her whole space in the hallway and relocated it under the piano...meanwhile she escaped to the basement.  It's a good thing we did go home because the cat could have made quite a mess of things, if she had full access to the house) and play with Mika some more.

One of the things we collected up was Nell's nice keyboard, so now I can practice whenever I want to. I have loads of entertainment with me -- way too many books, so much yarn, a computer, piano, and of course these televisions. 

While we just hang around in exile, the next generation is dancing along. Benjamin successfully defended his thesis today and has now finished all of the requirements for his PhD.  Another Dr. Groisser.  His cousin Michael had a different triumph with a team of co-workers: they got the big yurt up and it looks amazing. Jon and I didn't have anything to do with it, but it looks so cool that I am going to share Michael's picture of the rafters and the yurt in its current glory, and the one that Stephen sent of Michael up on the tower before they put it up. And on the great-grandchild front: my mother saw all four of her great-grandchildren at the same time on Saturday night. That was historic.








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