There’s No Place Like Home

The only thing in common Dorothy (of Wizard of Oz) and Dorothy (better known as “mom”) have in common is that both of them know that “There’s No Place Like Home”.  After getting mom breakfast, and later lunch, I returned a few hours later to find this scene.  Yep, there is no place like home.

Even the yapping of both dogs in their backyard, letting the neighboring dogs know they were visiting Grandma, did not seem to wake either of them.

  

   

After her nap I told mom it was time to get up and go outside for a short walk….just can’t sit around sleeping all day now can we?  She loves her garden…after living in a Independent Living situation as they did back in the Kansas City area, and then in an Apartment here in Citrus Heights for nearly two years, it is nice to have flowers and plants and a place outside she can call her own.

Marcia got mom the three swans, which in time will have plants in them, as a welcome home present.  They fit so nicely right behind the bench, and will look super once we get plants in them.  

   

   

The nearly 150 plants that I added to her garden have really helped to fill in the front area. She is so happy, and can’t wait until she can walk better so that she could get a better look at them all.  The Marigolds are starting to fill in real nice, and from I can tell, I have only lost one so far, and it might spring back in the next week if I am lucky.

Sister Sandy stayed the night over there Friday, but it went so well, they said they would be fine tonight alone.  After all, we are only a phone call away, and can be over there in a minute or so if an emergency situation developed.  Hard to believe that an 84 year old could have such major surgery and be home so quickly…..no pain, getting stronger each day, and with the physical therapy and home nursing monitoring her situation starting on Monday, things are only going to get better and better.

Tree Trim and Mom Headed Home Friday

For the past few days Arny has been busy trimming the huge tree in the backyard by our motorhome.  Each year it seem he has to cut it back to keep squirrels from getting up on the roof of the house, and to lighten the load of the tree’s major branches to keep one of them from crashing down like the neighbor had happen a few weeks ago.

I assisted him last year and this year by holding the trimmed limbs over the waste bin and he cuts them into tiny pieces.  Now mind you, he does 90% of the work, but I know he appreciates the little help I do because the chopping into tiny pieces is the least fun of this entire project.  So far he has filled up 1 1/2 of these bins.

No before shot, and this after shot did not turn out very good due to lighting conditions, but at least you can see that the squirrels, even when scared out of their little tails by the nasty squirrel hunting dogs, cannot get up on the roof of the house anymore.  

As of tomorrow this will be the normal scene over at mom and dad’s house again.  Mom is coming home tomorrow.  She is walking, with a walker, over 250 feet at a time, gets up from bed by herself, and is going to have home therapy for a month or so until she has reached her peak performance.  Her hip pain is pretty much gone, and today she even said that her shoulder pain had gotten better too.  Being at home will be more relaxing, and we are not going to let her just “sit in that chair” all the time either.  She is “SO READY” to be home….we all are too.