Although I thought having wifi at the Botanist’s bedside would mean that I could keep up this blahg, I was wrong (naïve, not really thinking, you name it!). So, the Botanist came home midday on Friday, and, wheee!, I’ve finally found time to scratch out a few words, and take a new photo. This farm seems like thousands in Michigan I’ve seen over the years, complete with muddy patches in the pasture, huge pieces of machinery peeking out of barns, and looming silos. (Regrettably, the latter often bring to my mind the lyric “Shiloh, when I was young….�?) Note how the fall color has begun to paint the trees….
The Botanist’s recovery has been amazing, although he won’t be allowed to drive for 3-4 weeks, a credit mostly to his overall health prior to the surgery (and that it was elective, and not an emergency procedure), and, I’m sure, his surgical team, headed by the perfectionist (always a good thing in a surgeon) Dr. Scott Johnson, who did his undergrad work at Emory, so he feels a bit like a neighbor who moved away.
New vocabulary: 4×4 (a size of gauze pad, not a vehicle or timber); SF (salt-free, applied to food); sinus rhythm (you want this for your heart, but Dad’s slipped out and back in twice); Pacerone (a medication that, if I have it right, helps keeps your heart in sinus rhythm)…well, that’s enough….