Dad and a new week

New day, more progress and I'm happy. Still feeling better by the day.

The bathroom floor is gone. That is the last part of finishing the main bathroom remodel. We're also replumbing the sink in the master bath. So now we use the toilet in the master bath and wash our hands in the kitchen and shower in the guest apartment.  Hopefully the new floor is done in a day or so.

The front room has been painted and just needs the trim painted. Changing from aqua and teals to leaf and mossy greens has made a complete 180 on the way that the room looks and feels. There are white bookcases, an antique settee and a lovely rocking chair in there. It looks the way that the room was meant to look, if that makes any sense. Just outside one of the windows is a weeping willow tree, and the breeze moves the fronds back and forth just past the drapes. It's like a moving piece of artwork.

Yesterday was my adopted Dad's 83rd birthday. We got on the phone and talked for about 45 minutes. I miss living near him, the last time we did was in the mid 80's. He's a wonderful Dad, and we truly like each other. We spent countless hours fishing when I was growing up, tooling around rivers and lakes in his little boat hunting out the best places to catch fish. We did the whole catch and release thing, neither of us into cooking and cleaning the fish. We were just spending time together. 

He lives down on the south Texas coast, far from the cold winters that he loved when he was younger. The temperature changes bother him a lot now. He's given up tooling around on the Ducati for a pickup truck, and traveling frequently for the baseball package on cable.

He's the one family member who most understands what this eye disease is doing to me. He has Macular Degeneration, and has been undergoing treatments for the past couple of years. I do not know how he can stand getting injections in his eye, I'm so squeamish about needles. It's helping him now that they changed the drug that is treating him. Within weeks of his last injection he could see much better, and I'm so happy for him.

I sure wish my eye disease had an effective treatment. Dad is so lucky that his does.

Another busy week is starting, and I'm ready to get out and have some fun in the gardens. The weeds are choking out the flowers.

Enough for now.......