Yesterday and today, I was "making hay" while I have the chance. I made a portable lunch of sandwiches and such, packed it up and took it to my dad and my aunt. As of this past Monday, they are both in the same nursing facility: my dad for daily IV antibiotics for a bone infection and my aunt for recovery and rehab due to a broken hip.
|My dad, my cousin, and my aunt.|
A new friend of Dad's, the nice lady across the hall (who is recovering from a knee replacement), and her husband also joined our fun. It was quite a bit like pushing back from the Sunday dinner table for an afternoon of good conversation among friends and family.
The spring weather has been nice here this week, and I could have been working outside yesterday and today. But spending the time cooking for and visiting with my dad and my aunt was much more important. It was my way to make hay while the sun in still shining. The hay I made won't fill a cow's stomach on a cold winter day. Instead, it's another bale in my barn of sweet family memories to be savored when I no longer have the opportunity to make any more.
|Dad made his own "hay" today, pedaling away toward better health.|