Yesterday I had to go to the doctor myself. Wednesday I drove Aunt Ginny there and he told her he would be gone after Monday on vacation. I thought I was getting a bladder infection and although I had a few emergency antibiotics, I went ahead to see him. Yes, but it wasn't too bad. In fact, the meds made me feel worse than the problem - I didn't sleep well last night. This morning I only took half the antibiotic. That's it for me. Half whatever I'm prescribed. And no more iced tea for a while. That seems to trigger the problem. Plus... uh, you know, age.
Paul had insulation blown in the shop side of his garage around noon. He had been here, done it, and was leaving within probably 45 minutes: the time I stopped, shopped and dropped.
Last night I caught up reading Tara's blog. How'd I get so behind! Oh, my, I've missed too much! For instance! That Neall and Becca are expecting December 31! Such good pictures of Emmy, Sol and Rose.
Emmy and her Froggy rainboots, eating a strawberry.
Emmy and Lucas - Tara's best friend Tara (and husband Jorge's) son.
Emmy and her cousin Rose. They could certainly be sisters. Love the blond curls. Emmy gave herself a haircut and it's in a big-girl style now.
I have sewing I'd like to do, but I think it's just too hot. I think a nap is in order. Thanks, Tara, for letting me borrow your pictures!