Another Saturday Night...

That's the title of an old Sam Cooke song, but there may be some people reading this who don't know who Sam Cooke is. If you don't, do a Google search, and try to listen to the song. It has nothing to do with my post, but it's a great song from a great singer, who died too young.

We are having a dull Saturday night, and nothing could please me more. DH is sleeping, along with his faithful canine companion. He ate cereal and some of my favorite Chick-fil-A entree, which is a Hot Brown. He didn't like the Hot Brown, so that's why he ended up with cereal. I'm sitting in my studio, updating my blog and listening to the wind howl through the trees. We are expecting bad weather from 9:00 p.m. until 9:00 a.m. Sunday morning, and since we live in an area prone to tornadoes, we try to be vigilant.

DH's dialysis treatments are going very well. The nephrologist did grand rounds on Tuesday, and told DH that if his blood stayed as clean as it's been, they will be able to cut back on the time he has to be there for dialysis. We think that probably means cutting back from four hours to three hours, and we see anything along those lines as a blessing. The nurses repeated the same thing to him when he was there Thursday; I'm not sure if anything was said today.

The trip to the eye doctor was Thursday, and we got good news there, too. Our optometrist said that he thought that DH's eyes would improve as DH improved, and that he didn't see any signs of cataracts. He wants to see him again on next Friday; DH said that his eyesight has already started to improve, and feels very encouraged.

Two friends came today and worked on our yard. They also replaced burned out spotlights on our outside light fixtures, and that was just as important to us as the yard work. While they were working on the yard and DH was at dialysis, I rode with my sister to a neighboring town to have lunch with my niece, nephew-in-law, and precious, darling, wonderful great-niece (can you tell that I think she's about the cutest baby ever born?). My sister's birthday is next week, and part of her gift was getting to see the baby. They live about two hours away from us, so we don't get to see them nearly as much as we'd like. Since I have no biological children of my own, my niece and nephew are like my children, and that makes that sweet baby my chance at a grandchild. My niece is in graduate school, and will have her doctorate in a year or so, and then they'll probably move about four hours away from us while her husband works on HIS doctorate (in computer science; hers is in school psychology). Thank goodness for digital pictures that can be sent via e-mail...

Another boring Saturday night...and a wonderful one. I've gotten to see some of my favorite family members, my darling husband is recovering from two life-threatening medical situations, and I'm in my beautiful studio in my beautiful house, with anything I could possibly need and most of what I could possibly want. Sam Cooke didn't have a good Saturday night; I'm having a wonderful one...