Corn

Being with TJ is such a delight.  TJ loves beads.  He decided to put a few beads into the silo attached to his toy farm.  GG says, " good idea TJ, the beads can be pretend corn.  That is what farmers put into their silos to feed the animals in the winter."  Which led to a discussion of storing food in winter when plants can't grow. Which led to what happens in spring that starts the cycle of plowing, planting, growing, harvesting, and back to storing.  Every single moment has a learning/teaching component to it.
Lily sat next to TJ when he was sitting in front of his play table.  TJ put his closest arm around Lily.................so sweet.  [He really loves to tease Lily]. Taking Lily for a walk is one of TJ's favorite things to do.  If the leash is in his 'left' hand, TJ says 'left hand'. 'Right hand' if the leash changes hands.  If he drops the leash, he knows to run and step on the leash to stop Lily. 
TJ is amazing, smart, loving, verbal, joyful, physical, and cute.

Damn

What started out as a nice visit to Michigan to go to my mother's 85th birthday party, ended up being quite an ordeal involving a hospital stay.  My right knee got hot, red and painful on the day of the party,Saturday, July 19th.  Not being a doctor, infection was not in my brain.  I thought it was arthritis. The next Thursday, found me in my former doctors office.................... here is my story:

day one - Saturday -the good guys were asleep or on vacation. The bad guys took the right knee. The bad guys are making the knee red, hot and painful. day two - Sunday - the goods guys are not yet aware, that the war is on. day three - Monday - bad guy are laughing day four - Tuesday -. From somewhere there come cold [ice pack] LOL say the bad guys. day five - Wednesday - brain thinks it might be arthritis and googles 'swollen hot knee' day six - Thursday - finally.... AFTER one big giant antibiotic shot in the right rear flank, the good guys wake up. The bad guys sense this and send in reinforcements. The battlefield is so painful, that just THINKING about touching it causes terror. The first general [Doc], sends the battlefield to a second general. This general wants to size up the enemy, so he stabs the battlefield with a very sharp needle; [the brain wants to run away screaming....can't.... bad knee] to withdraw a cannon full of the enemy and send it to the medic, who takes 48 hours to size up the bad guys. In the mean time, the General has order what he is sure are some more good guys into battle. WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED. day seven - Friday - back to the first general so she can send the super good guys into battle through the left rear flank. The bad guys are still laughing from the invasion of the first good guys. Battlefield raging. Much stabbing pain from the lances being thrown, jolting the whole being. I can't lie, things are not looking good. The battle field is huge, hot, red/purple and painful .   day eight - Saturday - With the help of mechanical devices; being, brain and battlefield catch a flight home to NC. Medics have confirmed............the bad guys are staff infection........MRSA day eight - Sunday - THE GOOD GUYS have pushed back the emeny! The battlefield looks smaller. There has been some innocent casualties of war.....loss of appetite [hunger is painful] and the saddest loss - JOY that the brain has worked so hard with other good guys to achieve. Doom and gloom are frequent visitors. day eight - Monday - Back on day four or five, the brain thoughtfully thought that it probably should see a general when it got home. The general pushes all over the battled with his hands, proving that the good guys are winning. "General no. 2 took some bad guys out?" Brain, "Sir! Yes sir!" "Don't like the feel of the battlefield. Go see my Sargent, she will take blood from the being". General receives no reports of war from 1st and 2nd general. "See me in 48 hours." day nine - Tuesday - the brain thinks that maybe the good guys aren't working hard enough. Large red rash around battlefield. More pain. Being resorts to yoga breathing when sleep won't come. day 10 - Wednesday - The nice young general is not happy the battlefield looks terrible. He pushes with hands and declares.."We're sucking as many bad guys out of the battlefield as possible!" Brain says, "NO NO NO No nooooooooooooooo!" Being almost sat straight up to remove the extremely painful assault. General is surprised that cannon doesn't show signs of bad guys [pus]. General says, ' I want another general to consult". "This is general handsome." General handsome asks, " have you put anything on the battlefield.? Brain, " iceycold and biofreeze". "The rash might be an allergic reaction; wash and put nothing on battlefield." The generals pair up secretly to discuss strategy. General young/good looking, "Here is a paper for more/different good guys. Report back in 48 hours" To be continued...................   day 11 - Thursday.  Looks like the good guys are winning. day 12 - Friday.  The general says "call me if the battlefield looks worse. All looks good." day 13 - Saturday. The being takes Lily for a walk then collapses on the bed for hours.  Being calls son to take her to 'Urgent care' where a different General works. New general is very nice, listens to beings sad story and says " you have to go to the hospital, where they have different generals, tests and 'good guys' that will flow directly in your veins."  Being is very sad.  Son takes being to 'Emergency' at hospital.  After much painful poking, being is admitted. The very powerful 'good guys' are flowing directly into beings veins. day 14 - Sunday. TO be continued...................