We’ve had a couple house guests this week so my focus has been entertaining them and I’ve only now found the time to post to my blog, and it’s going to be a quickie.
When I took Harvey for a walk Friday morning, I saw two signs that said “Children at Play. Reduced Speed Ahead.” I immediately thought I wanted a similar sign for the corner at Breen Acres:
This morning, we want to breakfast at a local diner after a failed attempt at making Pop-Overs. I got this great pic of me and the gay lover life partner husband:
It’s been a weekend of eating, drinking, and a bit of debauchery.
Also, I had a very…interesting…dream about one of you this weekend that made for a …sticky…situation.
Tonight, we are watching “Desperate Living.”
That is all.
The Breen Boys enjoying some backyard sun
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Today is my husband, Jeffrey’s, 44th birthday!
As I posted on Facebook just before midnight last night:
“Who knew that one of the most important days of my life would happen before I was born? Tomorrow I’ll do what I can to make you’re day special, but it won’t come close to how special you have made our life together. Happy Birthday, baby! Hope it’s as terrific as you are!”
To my man, my partner, my friend, my lover, my dream, my rock, my better half, my everything…happy birthday! I love you!
This morning, my husband is having outpatient surgery. He is getting a septoplasty and turbinate reduction. He has been plagued by allergy, congestion and breathing difficulties his entire adult life and he and his doctors agree that this procedure will probably provide him some relief.
I am worried for him, as I know there is probably going to be a lot of pain and discomfort for some time following the surgery. As someone quite familiar with pain, I have great sympathy and empathy for others who suffer from any pain or physical discomfort and I have never wished pain on any one, even people I loathe. To see someone I love in pain is very difficult for me.
This is a reversal from our usual role. I am usually the one laid up in the hospital bed or going for a procedure or home on meds in one kind of pain or another; Jeffrey is the caregiver and gopher. I had some experience caring for him when he broke his leg last year, but this will be a whole other level. I hope he is in less pain than his research and tales from friends, who have had the procedure, would suggest, and I hope I do as good a job caring for him as he has done for me so many times in the past.