Hello. It’s me!
Waiting. That’s what I’m doing these days.
Waiting for Mom’s wrist to heal so that we can do stuff.
Sometimes her wrist hurts, and I feel bad for Mom.
I try to do something to get the time to go by faster.
I get so bored waiting for a normal environment that I just ask Dad if I can sit outside in glorious 80 degree temperatures.
Maybe … just maybe … my best friend will show up!
Therapy-wise, Mom goes twice a week to get her range of motion back in her wrist. Once that returns, she’ll work on restoring strength. She can already grasp a big beverage with my likeness …
Mom and Dad also participate in other forms of therapy …
So that’s the way things are going here during the past month … quite honestly like the Rolling Stones, I’m just waiting on a friend.