Out of the ICU!

Getting out of the ICU was a lot less exciting than I’d hoped. I wanted confetti and horns, but we just put my dad in a wheel chair, grabbed all his stuff, and rolled on down the hall.
Dad and the Butcher played cribbage and I worked on the TCP afghan, which is going to be [...]

Off to See Dad!

We’re trying to find a cribbage board, a deck of cards, a robe (in case they get Dad walking around and he doesn’t want to moon the nurses; he may want to moon the nurses*), and a pen for score keeping.  I’m bringing the start of the TCP afghan to work on while the Butcher [...]

Oh, Dear Methodists, part dos or dios

I did want to say, though, how wonderful it was to have all the ministers show up on Monday, while Dad was in surgery.  There’s a part of my dad’s work that we’ve not really been privy to–his work with other ministers.  I mean, I could tell you that he’s always sought out or started [...]