We finally got Skype up and working on a day
when Peach was feeling better than she has since this whole thing started.
Maybe we'll convince my mother that there is
some benefit to these modern gadgets after all!
We found another use for Bob's walker,
putting my iPad on it to wheel it from me to Peach to Bob and back to Peach
again.
Bob was interested to find out if Walt had
any information on the raise for federal government retirees (Walt didn't).
My mother wanted to know how Peach was
feeling and, more importantly, when she was going to send me home.
It might have been easier for her to
understand why I'm still here if we had done this on one of Peach's bad
days, but not really. This was fun. We teased her about all the
retired farm boys that live here and my mother assured us that the last
thing she wanted at this stage in her life was a farm boy!
It was kind of an electronic kind of day from
the get go. In the morning, Peach was in the bedroom getting dressed,
I was in the kitchen washing the dishes and Bob was sitting in his recliner.
The TV remotes were on a table, with nobody around them and suddenly the TV
reception went off. No TV. No internet connection.
Peach immediately got on the phone trying to
figure out what was wrong. No connection meant to cop show marathons,
no Netflix movies, no Facebook or e-mail. Potential catastrophe.
Nothing seemed to work and I was resorting to
checking Facebook with the 3G connection (the one we pay for). And
then, suddenly everything was back again. We don't know what the
problem was, but whatever, it is solved.
It was a very harrowing 5 minutes.
The rest of the morning was spent the same
way I spend it at home...letting the dogs in and out. It was in the
low 20s and actually it felt kind of good letting in the dog (and the cold
air) into this warm apartment.
There was a trivia quiz at lunch and the
first question was which night of the week the Texaco Hour with Milton Berle
was on, only the young thing reading the question stumbled over it and
called him "Milton Burley."
Later in the afternoon, a package arrived,
with a voice recorder for Peach. She is going to be writing a book
about this whole cancer experience and we figured that if she could dictate
things as she is going through them, when she is feeling awful and doesn't
have to think about writing, it would be a good start for this
project.
Walt had sent my recorder for her to try out,
but it didn't come with a manual (I don't know where mine is), so now she
has a recorder of her own (so I can take mine home) plus the
instructions for how to work it properly.
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