Did you ever stop to realize how many hours in any given week you idly wait? Or even how long you may spend on any given day just waiting. I wait in line a lot, mostly in grocery stores. I just love it when waiting on a fellow shopper, knowing full well they will pay for their groceries with a check. Why can’t they make the check out and just fill in the amount when the checkout person finishes? Nooooo, They just begin to start the process once the order is totalled. Don’t they know to whom the check should be made out? Yesterday was the coup de grace of waiting for me. I have developed an infection under my incision. Robin has treated it for a day and a half to little avail. Thank goodness I’m married to a nurse. Wisely she called my neurosurgeon to discuss the situation. A voice message prompted another wait. We waited for two hours to be informed that we must get to the nearest emergency room for an MRI and a culture. We arrived at Reading Hospital at noon. I waited an hour to be seen. Another hour of waiting saw me hooked up to monitors and blood cuffs but still no doctor. Now after a two hour wait, a physician did see me, administered a culture, had blood drawn and scheduled me for an immediate MRI. This was to take place at 4:30 We waited again, but this time it was much longer. They were busy. After three more hours of waiting I was told the MRI was moved back to 7:30. So I read my Kindle, watched other people wait while Robin patiently waited with me. Finally at the chosen hour, I was told there would be another hour of waiting. I was slid out of the MRI tube by 9 pm. Luckily, I was told it would only be a one hour wait for the results of the Imaging. They couldn’t fax the results back to Pittsburgh but they did hand me a CD. We arrived back at Lake in Wood just as the 11 pm news was starting. My neurosurgeon informed me today that I needed to wait until Monday but I had to drive back to see him. They would then determine if further surgery was necessary. I can hardly WAIT. Gladly, I took Robin and friends out to dinner tonight. Finally, we didn’t have to wait for anything. We were waited on. And it was a pleasure to tip the young lady for doing so.
Wait A Minute….or a Day
Christmas In October
We spent a little time across the Delaware River this week. Ryan and Carolyn would be out of town and we were the designated puppy sitters. Erin was house sitting there so there would now be six hands to try and handle the spoiled “Sadie”. Beagles never stop. Despite a myriad of intermittent walks and allowing her to run free for an hour or more, her energy level was still off the meter. 
But how could you not fall for this face. A day and a half in the Garden State satisfied my need for a travel fix. I left the girls and returned home alone.
Passing through the entrance gate a bit forlorned, I saw lighted trees with red bows adorned.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Jerome hanging wreaths while Jerry stood near.
At weeks end it shall be Christmas in October, I think I”m seeing things, ah, but no, I’m still sober.
The trolleys is ladened with green garland galore, so Dave can drive the park with campers galore.
Park models are outlined with strands of colored light, while residents turn lawns into blowup Disney sights.
Klaas is reveling as his kingdom gets dressed , for a most glorious holiday for each of his guests.
The main hall proves host to a Christmas cuisine, but it could be the cover for Martha Stewarts magazine.
No place have we camped with frills such as this, so once again we’re moved by such Christmas bliss.
This weekend we all celebrated the annual Christmas in October at Lake In Wood. Here above the Mason-Dixon line, weather dictates a November closing. The park was full, the camaraderie was in best of holiday spirits, and no one left without a positive comment. It was “glamping” at its best. Enjoy the slideshow that gives you a smidgen of our eye candy.
Rainy Days and Mondays and Tuesdays, and……
I know we need the rain. The water table is low. But it’s been on and off here for the past three days. There’s a chill in the air, The campground is pretty much empty. I seem to have no ambition on dreary days like this. Physically I’m doing well but Robin’s knee is feeling the aches and tinges that the water logged air seems to bring on. The highlight of the past three days has been a visit from Chris. She’s conferencing in Hershey and took a short hiatus to lunch with us and take a quick tour of LIW. She was impressed and it was good to see a dear friend. A trip to Lancaster to have my sensor cleaned on one of my SLR’s did break the hum-drum of the soggy afternoon. Hopefully tomorrow will bring a little sun. It must be writer’s block, but I find it difficult to conjure up anything worth reading while sitting here without a care in the world. Mending is not fun for me.
GypsyLarry
