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THE LEG SAGA

Well, I certainly would not like to be in Robert's position - okay, the lying back on a pillow is not bad in itself, it is the lying with a painful leg on pillows that is not cool, not to mention the fact that lying down ALL THE TIME is actually not something to be wished for. I have lain stretched out on a sofa with a book in hand and thought, "Oh, I wish I could lie here all day." I probably don't mean that. I can't imagine being dependent on someone to bring me my beloved peanut-butter sandwiches.

As one of the care-givers, I find there are some sounds that get my attention - such as that of a straw bringing up the last of the punch in the glass. That is usually an indication to wait for the sound of a bell, followed by a request for something more to drink . . . and then the call for urinal duty.

Last night, Summer took temporary possession of the bell. She would ring it and then I would hear her whisper to her dad, "Tell Mom you want some Hawaiian Punch and you want it NOW." Most of her bell-ringing and verbal prompts were punctuated with giggles. He asked her about the little boy who cried wolf, but she just giggled some more.

She has been very good about looking our for her dad's leg and would follow along as we moved him from bed to car and back, telling him, "Don't worry, Daddy, we'll take care of you."

posted by Jody @ 6:27 AM