As we headed south on I 45, we stopped a couple of times along the way enough to keep our legs (and bladders) functional; once at The Collins Street Bakery and again at Buc-ees. Stocking up on unnecessary sweets and treats just seemed the thing to do. Who knows when we'll drive that way again?
We were both glad to arrive at the house, followed shortly by the moving truck. The guys unloaded way more boxes than I remember seeing them load up. WAY more. Fortunately, I'd previously emptied our front room to pile boxes in, to be unpacked as needed, and so the furniture could easily go straight into her room. The first order of business was to arrange her recliner & get the tv working. The bed and other furniture got settled into place and, little by little, everything is finding a new place to belong.
The first week in the new home was a rough one for Dorsey, and concerning for me. I thought at first it was just the mistake of taking medications on an empty stomach that upset her system. But, no, it took several days of nibbling ice chips before she had any desire for solid food. Let's just call it the Belly Rebellion. Too much change?
Bit by bit, that missing appetite returned, and with it came renewed strength to get into some of those boxes and look for all those things that have been on her mind. We've made a lot of headway. There's still a ways to go.
Today we made our first jaunt through Walmart together. This evening Dorsey, me and The Hub-man, all over-enjoyed pork tenderloin, black eyed peas, cole slaw, and corn bread.
But late this evening it was my turn for a Belly Rebellion. - a surprise attack; Mom suddenly announced I had to give her 3 injections, tonight. I'm not crazy about being on either end of a needle and I've never given an injection before. Boy, was I a jittery mess. I'm sure I'll get better with -ULP- more practice, but she didn't complain. She wouldn't. That's just Dorsey.
