Bryant’s birthday was on Earth Day. Prior to his birth, erroneously predicted for May, I had the name Forrest on my list of possibilities. When the blessed event happened on April 22nd I changed my mind thinking he’d be teased unmercifully for the coincidence or people would assume his parents were hippies, thirty years late, who name their kids of the earth. I know parents who have named babies Jade, Stormy, and Winter. So here’s my baby, who at fifteen, elected to postpone his celebration since dad was in the hospital.
After a meeting of the minds (the pharmacist, the IV nurse and the discharge nurse) at his bedside, Chuck was discharged from the hospital into the care of a once a day visiting nurse. Each afternoon of his hospitalization Chuck called me with a list of items for me to bring on my next visit. On the last day he requested Miss Vicky’s potato chips, fresh fruit, cans of Coke, the laptop and DVD’s and then he cracked up. "You know I’m suffering from extreme boredom when I request a toenail clipper!" It was good to hear him laugh as his sense of humour dropped significantly after Ron, his roommate with the knee replacement, was discharged from the hospital first. We’ll have the nurse for ten more days and then hopefully we can put this behind us.
I stopped knitting Jeannie’s triangular shawl until I can dig up a tape measure. It’s looking fairly large and she is a petite person:
Life's a Stitch 
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