a life well lived

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Home 01/10/01

I am home.   

Peter came over to see me around 11:00 a.m. and John and Elsa came by around 11:30 p.m. to escort me home. 

I feel just like Dorothy Gale - there IS no place like home. 

I could write and write and write (or, more accurately,  dictate and dictate and dictate) but I am going to spend tonight savoring being home.

Allow me to leave you with a chuckle.  I am on a new medication that starts with an "e" that is supposed to help with gastrointestinal bleeding, which apparently I have.  Here is the chuckle of the day, actually a guffaw - the drug store does not carry the prescribed drug and need to substitute something else that will do the same job.  My prescription plan won't cover it without going through hoops (which we are doing) because its primary use is as a birth control pill.  A lovely - but impossible for several reasons - thought.

What a pleasure to once more go up the wooden hill!  Nite-nite and God bless. 

Love - Grammie Kay 

Home is the Gocky, 
home from HRH, 
and the Nan, 
home to her bed.  

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