Petey practices social distancing ... lest he wants a smackdown.
And a bird in a can.
I saw five tiny eggs in there earlier and decided to take a photo. Mom was not around, or so I thought. I had the camera resting on the edge of the metal and flashed that bulb about six times, couldn't figure out why the eggs weren't showing. After I almost lost an eye to a tiny wren in panic mode, I realized she was sitting on them. This is right at the back door of the garage where the cats come and go without being seen. I can't move the can, the stool is on cement making a shepherd's hook impossible for hanging. Cats and coons can easily climb that stool. If we get a downpour, she will be flooded. I need to think of something rather quickly, storms are forecast.
Carole's friend's husband has been transferred to Cleveland Clinic after numerous errors and false information. How frustrating when you can't see them or speak face to face with their doctors. The friend who lost a husband after bringing him home was mine, not Carole's.
Bad news Mrs. O'Neil, we think your husband may have had a stroke.
We need to do an MRI.
Next day
Good news Mrs. O'Neil, the MRI shows he did not have a stroke.
Next day
Bad news Mrs. O'Neil, the MRI shows he had a stroke.
How many MRIs did he have? One.
She has been very pleased with the communication and information from the Clinic, very glad he was moved there.
We need to take Carole next week but only one person is allowed to accompany a patient, so since I can't drive, Mark will take her for the day and I will stay home. Carole is ticked and plans to call them and ask for a variance. I told her to let it go, I don't think all three of us need to be exposed to three different departments of testing and such. They are diligent in disinfecting, but three old farts at one time from a family of only five is not a good idea anyway.
Hope your Memorial Day was good.
Various neighbors had large parties this weekend.
Stay safe.
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