A cup of hot tea

Titus 2:2 that the older men be sober, reverent, temperate, sound in faith, in love, in patience;

Mike, and me, in Israel for their 70th anniversary as a state.

I went to my GP and had a check up – a wellness check up. I passed all their neurological tests, my blood work was good, and all is well with me. Except I hurt and I am tired. I now have to wait until Monday, late afternoon to get into the chiropractor.

After I got home from this morning’s early appointment, Mike was asleep on the sofa, ready to be picked up by the guys, and go to lunch. I fixed him a cup of coffee, gave him his medications, and at 10:45 the main guy showed up to get him. I was told Mike would be back home at 1 pm. I went to the pharmacy, and then to lunch, and I went to Home Goods to look for a small bookcase. I realized it was getting close to 1 pm, so I left the store and headed home. When I got here, Mike was already home, and had been here at least 30 minutes alone. (sigh) This is not the 1st time this particular person told me one time, and then dropped Mike off early! I liked it better when the other guy picked him up, and dropped him off!

Tonight, I was half asleep, resting on the bed, and Mike came into the room with a cup of hot tea for me. WOW! That hasn’t happened in several weeks, pushing into a few months! I thoroughly enjoyed every drop of that tea. Mike sat down next to me and asked if I was dropping him off for lunch tomorrow. I said no, you had lunch out today. He said okay. 5 minutes later he asked again, and again, ………… etc. At least 5 times. The last time he looked at me and asked if he’d asked me that question earlier. I said yes, and he apologized. I told him I don’t mind repeating and if I come across as short, I’m sorry. He said I hadn’t.

Now, Mike’s gone to bed and I am falling asleep.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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