Friday

 Another good night of sleep with a slow wake up.  The morning stuff happened and I was off to IU North again for the two expected infusions with the third infusion being a surprise expected next week.  Infusions go in slowly.  Shots go in fast.  The three "omegas" are in me now working away and next week's trip is a no go now having completed the need this morning. Woo, Woo! 

It was a knitting morning.  The pace sort of slow with half of the scarf completed.  That's good enough for me for a morning of needles.  

The afternoon turned out to be wonderful with the sun shining and some work in the garden.  I kept hearing the cranes, but I never could see them.  That happens when they are high in the sky.  I uncovered all the jonquils proving if they all bloom it will be a beautiful sight.  One never knows but hope springs eternal in the life of a gardener.  

        These miniature jonquils are on the way with a lone Lenten Rose getting ready to show off. 

I sat for a bit on the patio soaking up the sun and decided the painted rocks needed to be sealed.  I painted a few more and will probably continue until the stone supply tells me NO MORE PAINTING.

                                    The second group of rocks painted by the Living Strong folks.

Then there was a walk around the block which seemed harder than expected.  Stella stayed in the garage but the cane went with me reminding me it was there if I needed it. I remembered almost too late when gardening last year, I usually had a rake with me using it for balance.  Today that wasn't the case and I experienced an off-balance episode.  I didn't fall!!! nPT guys would be upset for sure with a fall. It's in the 60's today and the fan is on in my room for the cool off after the walk. 

 Doug ended his afternoon with a walk around the block a couple of hours later.  A perfect afternoon to walk.  Let's have a few more. 

Supper tonight was some crazy soup adding a bit of rice from a packet elevating it to the too much salt indicator.   Uck.  I threw the rest of the packet out.  We are no salt people, I guess. I'll be trying to wash salt out of the soup with water through a strainer. I think I can make it work.

After supper, Doug and I delivered the last container of rocks painted by Living Strong folks.  It was apparent that rocks were chosen by folks at the center today.  Monday will see folks returning again for a variety of treatments. More encouragement rocks are ready for their choosing.