When you are 92 years old and a virus hits you can land yourself in the hospital. That's what happened on Thursday of last week. Aunt Mimi could not rouse her dear husband, and thank goodness she had the where withal despite her severe dementia to call 911. The paramedics came and took Uncle Harry to the hospital. He was unresponsive and once he became conscious was very disorientated. X-rays showed wet lungs. At first they were not sure if he'd had a stroke or perhaps pneumonia. On Friday I drove up there and met my two cousins, one who had flown in from Colorado, at the hospital. Amazingly, Uncle Harry was looking good by then, his mood was chipper, he smiled and joked with us. Subsequent x-rays showed no water on his lungs. So it was determined that he did not have a stroke, nor pneumonia, but a virus that had literally kicked him on his butt. But he was healing. He'll stay in the hospital till Monday at least. We all talked and decided that once more Uncle Harry had dodged a bullet.
But what I really want to record here, and the pictures of it are only in my memory, is the sweet love that permeated between my dear aunt and uncle. When she quietly sat next to him leaning over and straightening his bed blanket, tucking him in to ensure his being warm enough, him taking her hand with his full of IV needles, their gazing into each others eyes, not a word between them spoken aloud, but the feeling of love so thick, as he bent to kiss her lips, and then her hand holding his, made me feel as though I should look away...but I didn't because I wanted to keep this image engraved on my brain for the rest of my life...it was that precious, that dear.
That was the sunset I drove home towards.
On Saturday we got up early on a very sunny day.
And hit the garage sale trail.
which is really just a few miles from our house...
Seeing the yellow mustard growing tall
"Tyvek" on the building between the barn and the silo.
It's a building material, but also something used in the making of some art quilts.
I've never been able to find it before.
Wonder if I could just go take some off that wall. Think anyone would notice? ***********
I also crocheted some doll clothes; read a bit; and finished an art quilt I can't show till the end of March. I may show some more hints before then.
the daffodils in bloom
and the objects on my planting table.