Sunday Schtuff

And another Sunday rolls arounds. I'm getting bloody tired of the stainless steel staples in me gut as well as the drains on each side of the incision. (Charlie couldn't reach it all this time through the old incision, so the new one is 4" longer. All south of the navel.) Pants are very uncomfortable and I have lost a little weight so a belt is mandatory. This does not help my world outlook. The L&T wife tends to treat me as if I'm made of glass, even though I don't feel that bad. I also promised that I wouldn't try taking the bike out until the drains are out. Me and me big mouth....

Son came home for a wedding this weekend and, as always, it's good to see him. He still hasn't fixed the car-that-was-mine with the money he got from his mother. He'd best do it soon, or he'll be saddled with a car note in addition to his bike note. Disentanglement from fiscal support is supposed to start this July. But whom am I kidding. As long as Momma has a coupla buck$ in her grouch bag, neither of the kids will ever be completely out of fiscal resources. But that's a part of the cost of being a parental unit, I guess. But he feels good enough about his situation. Next week he talks $$ with his boss. It'll be interesting.....

L&T went out with her ma yesterday and bought a couple of rosebushes, one from me and one from MIL. After she finishes lunch, we're planting them. Be nice to each other while I'm gone...