While I still have this bandage covering more than half my face, the wobblies seem to be gone. This means that the primary limitation to my getting around is limited to having only one eye with uncorrected vision of something on the order of 20/400. There are also some pain issues that preclude quick movements. (If my grandson accosts me with his light saber, I will definitely have to rely on The Force to defend myself.)
Saturday night, we took advantage of this new freedom to walk down to Joe’s Italian Corner for dinner. This place is run by Joe himself and his family. Food is nicely prepared and well presented. Serving people dress the part, and Nancy thought they ought to be in classier surroundings. But then they would have to charge more.
We wanted to try Joe’s on the evening of Ike’s arrival, but the place was closed down. And they didn’t get power back in the first week after the storm. So Saturday night was a treat. The portions were ample, so we came home with an afternoon meal for Sunday.
It’s a glorious morning in Houston. Morning temperatures in the sixties. I’m waiting for a negative reaction to one of my medications (I should own stock in Walgreens?). If the reaction isn’t severe, we will walk over to Memorial Park.
Again, thank you all for your prayers, your thoughts, your expressions of care and love.