Spillin' the Tea at 503

Some days write themselves. And the last couple of days felt that way. Pretty much a mix of comedy, blessings and just enough nose-picking to keep us humble.

First up: Uber Eats, Beaufort edition! Forget goofy drivers with insulated bags, driving over your lawn to get close to your house. Anne and Dave (and Denali) rolled up with dinner in a wagon. A wagon! Yep, nestled within a layer of mulch, top soil and “crop productivity enhancers” was this beautiful salad and dessert. Anne described it as: “A vibrant Cobb salad reimagined with a fine touch. Crisp garden greens with rows of jewel toned tomatoes, diced avacado, a mosaic of savory proteins marinated in a Dijon dressing and topped with a balsamic-honey dressing that balances brightness with subtle depth. For the finale, a cloudlike slice of angel food cake crowned with thawed out, sun ripened strawberries, a simple elegance on our uber plate.” Five stars for prompt service, family pricing and zero delivery fees. I think Dave found a new calling!

Meanwhile, Big Guy has had three good days in a row. That’s right – no anger, no frustration. We’re practically ready to throw him a medal. Of course, dementia has a sense of humor of its own, so he’s still enthusiastically picking his nose like it’s an Olympic sport! Yeah, PICKleball has nothing on him …

I can see a T-shirt: “Nose Picking – it’s not just a hobby!”

A pick-free moment and a genuine belly laugh …

We had a couple of nurses stop by yesterday talk to us about hospice care, take his vitals and change the dressing on his arm. Which by the way, looks tons better than the shredded hamburger meat it resembled on September 3rd.

The red marks near his shoulder isn’t new ink – it’s a result of him scratching. It’s important to keep those nails short …

Yesterday was a gorgeous day in Beaufort and the folks spent some time outside on the back deck … where they restarted their afternoon tradition of saying the rosary. Dad still remembers prayers …

And with Dave holding down the fort with Nanna and Big Guy, Trish, Anne and I headed to Savannah for a Bananas game. What a show! Circus acts, dancing umpires and general mayhem, with a little bit of baseball thrown in the mix! Anne enjoyed it most of all, especially when she somehow found excuses to be more in-touch with the players (and by that, you know I mean high-fives, handshakes, shoulder taps). Pretty sure she turned it into a contact sport …

Trish also found someone to pet …

More petting from Anne …

So, I’ll end today’s entry by giving thanks to God for the streaks of peace, for food delivered with love (and Denali) and for family nights filled with laughter.