Oh, the sweet sound of those three little words, “Honey, I farted.”

November 25, 2013: Monday night – Those three little words.

Monday I left the hospital at 4pm.  Back home near Quartzsite my phone rings – it’s Jack.  He whispers the three little words I needed to hear before going to sleep tonight, “Honey, I farted.”  Yup, those three little words mean his discharge is close at hand.

If you or anyone you know has ever had surgery, you know the milestone that must be reached before discharge is granted.  Passing gas is the first step followed by the “real deal”.  That’s what we’ve been waiting for.  I’m going to sleep better tonight.

November 26, 2013: Tuesday morning – Breakfast is served, finally.

Arriving at the hospital at 7am, Jack is snoozing away.  Within half-an-hour breakfast is served.  Granted, it’s a tray of only clear liquids, but it’s only tray to enter his room since we arrived last Friday morning.  He’s happy to take it.

Dr. S. makes his rounds and we get the good news that Jack will be discharged today.

A fun afternoon of looking through archived photos.

Lolling around all day watching Jack sleep I decided to review some archived pictures.  Since I haven’t been out taking new photos to show I thought I’d select just a few of my favorites from past posts and a few you haven’t seen. 

The price of freedom is written on the wall.

This is a recent photo but deserves another view.  The Vietnam War Memorial was set up at Laughlin, Nevada over Veterans Day weekend.  I'm glad I had the opportunity it see it.

    

RV'ing Styles.

I met this lovely lady Gladys and her daughter, Karla, in Cherry Creek State Park near Denver Colorado.  They are members of the all-ladies travel trailer group, Sisters on the Fly.  Everyone glams-up their little trailers to the hilt.  This one is just darling.  It’s so girlie – I absolutely love it.

We met these Aussies while at Whistlewind BLM Campground south of Moab, Utah.  They shipped their rig from Australia and travel fulltime. 

This family showed up on the shore of Lake Powell back in October.  The young couple from France and their two youngsters are traveling from the tip of Argentina to Halifax over the course of a year.  Her mother has joined them for a couple of months.  Small quarters for a family with a mother-in-law in tow.

The Toad Trailer from British Columbia.  I love this!  It’s not much bigger than a king size bed, but oh so cute.  These folks were camping in Zion National Park.

A couple of nice sunsets.  You’ve probably figured out I love sunsets.

The sky turns blood red as the sun sets west of Lake Powell.

Zion National Park – The sun setting over The Watchman on our first night at this magnificent park.  It was the beginning of a fun-filled 8 day stay.

Lovely ladies.

Savannah and the hummers.

Little Savannah was camping with her family at Dutch George NFS Campground along the Cache la Poudre River in Colorado.  Spying a neighboring camper who had her hummingbird feeders set up, she asked if she could come closer.  Before long she is interacting with the hummers and they’re landing on her fingers.  What fun! 

Nancy Remington’s Crazy Quilt.

Attending a fund raiser for the Upper Poudre Canyon Firehouse, a quilt show was on display at the community church next door to the firehouse.

This is where I met Nancy Remington and heard her story of the quilt that was made especially for her.  

I’ve copied the note attached to the quilt as it tells the story so much better than I can.  Here it is for your enjoyment.

Ray and Kay Demel made this quilt for their only granddaughter, Nancy Kay.  Nancy was given the quilt when she set up housekeeping and used it for EVERYTHING!  Nancy’s mother was visiting her many years later and they decided to have a picnic.  Nancy’s mom was silently fuming when her daughter spread the well-worn quilt out on the grass.  After lunch Nancy started talking about the different materials, remembering sundresses and outfits, shorts and curtains.  Her mother then realized this quilt could not be enjoyed safely stored away in a hope chest and that the tattered quilt was being loved on a daily basis, not put away and forgotten. 

Nancy is a Larimer deputy sheriff who patrols our area and campgrounds in the summer.  In winter, her job takes her to our county’s schools.    

Nancy and I talked for 20 minutes or more.  She pointed out each fabric and described the original use for each.  Her pajamas, her sundress, curtains from the kitchen windows, a dress her mother wore, and on and on.  What an enjoyable time with her.  And what a treasure she possesses from her wonderful grandparents. 

November 27, 2013: Wednesday – Home on the range.

Jack was discharged early in the evening yesterday.  After a stop at Rite Aid for his prescription we headed back across the state line into Arizona.

So here we are “home on the range” in the desert outside Quartzsite, Arizona.  We’ll stay put for a couple of weeks until we return to Blythe for Jack’s follow up visit with his surgeon. 

I hope to come up with some photos during our extended stay that will be interesting enough to post.   

Have a Happy Thanksgiving – enjoy family and friends, and give thanks for your good health.  Blessings to all.