Last night I was able to watch the Rockhoppers conglomeration present a concert/jam spontaneously and with little rehearsal time; what fun they had! And how hard it was not to be there! But they pulled together something lighthearted and enjoyable, periodically mentioning me and saying hi into the camera. I loved it but was so sad not to be there. Of course, if I had been, they wouldn't be doing this remarkable thing!
Today I've been inundated with phone calls, emails, several visits, food, flowers----I haven't had this much attention since I had my heart surgery years ago. I'm getting better every day, though I am not able to see well enough to drive.
Tomorrow night and Tuesday night, my fellow Pete performers are going to come rehearse here at the house, since I can't go to them. So I'll get some time to polish the songs I'm doing with them and see them.
Tomorrow morning I go to see the local optometrist who first diagnosed the problem and Tuesday morning, Carol will take me into Seattle to see Dr. Nash, the surgeon. I hope he will be able to tell me that my careful face-down times are paying off with good solid healing.
Friend Sue from Portland is coming on Thursday for the Pete weekend and if I still can't drive, she can drive us around. It will be fun to have her here.
So I'm still feeling chipper and noticing that the routine of 35 down, 25 up is helping me understand how much I can get done in 25 minutes!
PS. Max is eating a rabbit on the deck as I write. He shucked off the collar I put on him within a few hours and came home without it last night. I called my neighbor to tell her that I had at least tried and she was grateful and understanding. Thank goodness for good neighbors!