Feast Day of St. Eph

Birthday Wishes go West

Yesterday was spent honoring our dog.

Today is the day we honor our favorite show girl’s birthday. No, no not Bette, but Steph.

We celebrate her day by canceling all pop quizzes until after the Holidaze. Everyone gets an A.

- - - D

Our Grrl !

Happy Birthday Dear Sophie, Happy Birth Day to you!

As a human, she’d only just be a girl, as a dog she’s all grown-up and grey muzzled.

In either case it’s her birthday today, and it’s worth celebrating!

She’s 12 and she’s S O P H I E !

We salute you.

- - David

YES!

I had a dream

My dream Came true!


- - - David

I Voted . . .

. . . did you?

Walker in hand. I did my duty. Duty. Right. Privilege? . . . you decide. But we did it, Brian and I.

The scanner was broken so I don’t know if it counted, but I did it. I Marked my ballot and handed it in, the historic 2008 American election.

I can only hope my candidate wins, and all is well and my country is no longer led by a fool . . . I think we’ll be fine either way, getting “W” out is enough for me. Recovery is bound to happen eventually,

I’ll be patient.

- - - D

BEING THERE

The biggest problem with being in the hospital, was DEALING with all the tubes,
(AND the plastic bed)

Now . . . Where was I?

Whisking cross the dessert?

Running across the Planes?

Running?

In any case, here I am NOW, an inVALID? A Drooling, Talking-Funny InVALID. . .

using a walker!

And happy to do so!

ReHab is humbling, I no longer look at life the same way. Now I am SO Happy with the LITTLE Things in life.

Sunshine and Fresh air are wonderful gifts, not to be missed or taken for granted, neither are friends (however infrequently seen) Or Family (However FAR AWAY) OR Loved ones. (However angry at you) Or the freedom just to walk outside and dig in the soil . . .

All are worthy of Incredible Respect.

All should be constantly thanked.

All are gifts to be grateful for.

As Joni says . . . “You don’t know what you got . . . til it’s gone.”

Or as John McCain says, “You learn ‘Not to waste time!’ “

And I am Grateful . . . for learning this in time.

I wouldn't recommend a stroke, or a months stay in the hospital to anyone, but it was an eye opener.

- - - David

You CAN Go Home Again

At Home, ALL is Well

At Home at Last.
Grateful.
Grateful for ALL.

- - - David

Twelve Days So Far

David has now been at St Joseph Mercy Ann Arbor (it’s actually in Ypsilanti) for 12 days. For David it’s been 12 days too long in the hospital. For me, it’s been a blur since the stroke. But I’m happy to report after a week in the rehab unit, Dave is making slow but steady progress in his mobility, coordination, speaking, and swallowing. We had a “family meeting” with the whole rehab team and doctor in charge today. Everyone is very pleased with his progress. He barely needs assistance with the walker anymore, but does need a spotter. The rehab team just cautioned him from getting too confident as he tends to be impulsive (really?!). Safety first. Today, his constant dizziness seemed gone. The patch is to help alleviate double vision. Right now they will likely keep him (or as David says, “hold me as a prisoner”) for another 9-10 days depending on progress. Unfortunately, I need to continue to work, take care of dogs, and mind the house, so I’m no longer spending the night in his hospital room. Visitors are welcome (Rm. 416) after his therapies at 4 pm on weekdays and all weekend or between 5-7 am if you are wielding a latte (2 sugars please). Everyone’s cards, flowers, treats, and stuffed dogs have been very much appreciated, so keep them coming to brighten his room for the next 10 days. He is checking email, FaceBook, and has his cell. 

The hospital has a great service to send a personalized card here: http://www.sjmercyhealth.org/body.cfm?id=1084

Or the old-fashioned location is: St. Joseph Mercy Hospital, 5301 McAuley Drive, Ypsilanti, MI 48197, Phone: 734-712-3456

David’s sense-of-humor is helping me, at least, get through this. I think it’s helping him cope too. We both appreciate everyone’s prayers, thoughts, warm wishes, and offers for help. I can’t wait for him to be home.

My David and Yours - From Brian

I’m sure like me, you’ve all been eagerly awaiting David’s next blog entry. 

Which is written brilliantly by him on behalf of both of us. The blog began a couple years back as a way to connect our daily lives to yours . . . to share pics and stories about the dogs, our travels, the house renovation and more in this iAge. What the blog became expanded beyond that. It became interesting musings of not only our life, but David’s observations all around. The blog became dedicated to special birthdays and people we love, memorials to pets we miss dearly, and sometimes rantings about the injustices of this small world we all share. So forgive me, because I don’t know how to format this blog the way Dave does with pics here and text there . . . you all know how picky he can be about design and styling, so bear with me on this entry as I learn.

By now many of you have heard the news of David’s stroke this week. For those of you who have not, I’m truly sorry to tell you in this e-medium way. I write this blog today as I take a guilty break from caregiving at the hospital. I write to tell you that the blog will be on what I expect to be a temporary hiatus. I write to give you a sense of how we both are today. But mostly I write to ask for and thank you for your love, prayers and wishes. . . .and helping hands. We need helping hands. Thanks already to the helping hands of dear friend Ginny and sis Karen for allowing me a break from the hospital and helping with the dogs. And everyone’s emotional and moral support from near and far is also very greatly appreciated. So please accept my apologies when I can’t take or return calls immediately, because I may be in the middle of helping David with basic daily tasks.

So the medical update: David has a blocked artery to the brain and we are awaiting news on how that will be treated. Inpatient Rehab might begin as early as Monday for speech, physical, and occupational therapy. We will know more of “the plan” for treatment and recovery this weekend. What’s great: his mind is good (and thankfully so is his wry but often blatant sense-of-humor). He’s already given the classic David sarcastic “look” as well as the “smirk.” The NOT great: he is frustrated with his speech can’t up with his mind; he can’t walk on his own and can’t swallow pureed food that is not loaded with butter or salt.

I am very eager to see him home in about 2 weeks at which time outpatient rehab would begin 3 times a week.

I will figure out a way to keep you all updated as I try to manage our house and resume work. Alas, the blog will have to wait; David cannot. Please know that my number one priority is rehabilitating your dear friend, your favorite uncle, your beloved brother and son, and my best friend, lover, partner and now husband. In a California marriage, I shared the happiest day of my life with David a couple of weeks ago and now I realize that the happiest the day of my life is each day I have with him . . . in sickness and in health indeed.

All my love, Brian

Car, Pool: 6 Nights and 5 Days at the Coral Sands Inn

The coral siding and turquoise pool give
the desert sunset a run for it’s money

I don’t think of myself as the type that is satisfied to stay pool side all day. I consider myself a museum goer, road food lover, rock stealer, path hiker, map reader, secret seeker, a dawn to dusk doer. I’m the one who comes back from vacations more tired than when I left. I tend to believe that resting is better done when there’s nothing else to do.

I did try to stay active, when I was at the Palm Springs home of Ruby Montana I was often found at 3 in the morning sitting at the formica table in her kitchen solving the world’s problems. But while the sun shined, especially at high noon when the Bubble-Up thermometer read 120℉, you’d find me floating like a redwood log in the calm healing waters of her pool, even when there was a wedding to be planned.

On Wednesday, September 3rd, our Element of Stylelessness pulled up just in time for cocktails at the Coral Sands Inn. Unlike the British TV star, Nick Knowles, who, reportedly, jumped into the pool directly from his motorcycle in full leather, I first drank Rube’s icy beer and THEN jumped in, suited appropriately in drip dry trunks. Immediately, I was enchanted by the healing waters. For 5 days I never ventured far except for sustenance, legal matters, kitchen cabinet meetings and, regrettably, sleep.

I discovered that if you stay in the pool long enough, miraculous apparitions begin to appear. Younger men will come into your life and ask you to marry them. Visions of sleek taupe colored animals will lounge on pool chairs. And buff pool grrls will float by, instructing you to seek enlightenment by performing the holy rites of water crunches. And I swear, in the glowing light of another desert evening I was whispered to by furry sirens who hovered just out of reach.

Ruby, you had better get out the skimmer, I think I have left part of my soul in your pool.


- - - David

Route 66 Part Five: The Finale S T R E T C H

All of Route 66 was memorable,
but if I had to pick just one stretch not to miss . . .

If you’ve never been to the Grand Canyon, no words I could conjure would begin to describe it. If you have been, you know that all the pictures you take look dull and flat compared to what the eye takes in. Our short 5 hour tour of the south rim was memorable, I get the feeling that a 5 day tour wouldn’t be long enough. We went, we saw and once again I vowed to return for a real visit, one with burros and a stone lodge.

After the canyon we made out way back down to Williams and on to Seligman, and some authentic Route 66 travel. Seligman is a gateway to an arch of 2 lane pavement that heads up towards western Grand Canyon, leads through small towns and then comes back down to Kingman. After Kingman the real adventure begins. The way to the “ghost town” of Oatman, is a roller coaster, hairpin, Black Mountain joy with deserted desert 2 lane stomach dropping cliffside no guardrail views. My kind of ride. After Oatman things settle down a bit but scenic is still the word as you go downhill into Topock.

Before we left Michigan, doing research on Route 66, I saw a lot of photos from the road. At home, they all seemed so far away, so remote, so different from the views I had from my windows in Adrian. At home I tried hard to imagine what it was going to be like to be on that road and here I was. I was actually there, taking my own photos, the road was real and I could smell the air. I still can, I hope that sense of being there doesn’t fade.

From Topock we jumped on I-40 long enough to cross the Colorado River into California and got off again to drive 66 into Needles. We had a quick lunch at Burger Hut, some excellent tacos, and headed into the Mojave. The desert was whiter, flater, drier and even more desolate. We drove 66 for miles until we reached Najah's Sahara Oasis, in Fenner. Gas was suddenly a dollar more, but there were palm trees and jets of water coming out of a algae green pool.

After Fenner it was only 50 miles to our turn off at Amboy. It was hot and dry and our few stops were quick, jumping back into the air conditioning. There were the ruins of an old rest stop who’s plaque asked you to listen to the silence and imagine crossing the mojave in the 1920’s. There were a few ruins of road stops like the Road Runner, modern flintstone graffit that spread across the berms for miles and at Amboy, Roy’s Diner, Gas and Motel, being renovated by Albert Okura, who owns the Juan Pollo restaurant chain.

Roy’s old owner used to own the town of Amboy, which isn’t much more than Roy’s and now Okura does too. The renovation had been going on for awhile and there’s no end in sight just yet, I hope that there will be a there there someday.

We turned off Route 66 at Roy’s in Amboy, but we weren’t “home” yet. We drove across the dry lake beds, through the Sheep Hole Mountains and into Twentynine Palms. From there we took the road past the orgy of windmills and into the Coachella Valley. Then it wasn’t far to the Coral Sands Inn and the welcoming arms of our minister, motelier and friend, Ruby Z. Montana.

Now that was an oasis we could be happy to see. No mirage, no high gas prices, a cool deep pool with no algae and the beers were cold and waiting.

Ruby, in red, scurried to meet us at the gate of the Coral Sands Inn

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