Not quite ready for prime time

Cowboy here. My gut tells me you're tired of my ramblings and anxious to hear from the imp again. Slowly but steadily Sar's health is improving - very slowly. She has moments of energy, then deflates like a balloon rather quickly. It's going to be a while yet. On the good news front, she can stand on her own, walk a bit. Sitting works for a while then she has to change positions. Her ribs remain sore. Scanning x-rays revealed that most ribs have hairline fractures which will heal but make moving about a bit on the painful side. Surgical incision is healing so fast the doc suggested that only vampires heal that fast. Sar was mighty pleased to hear that bit of news.

On the vampire front: Don't ask.

Took the imp in for more blood tests the other day. Prior to our visit, my angel-brat poured tomato juice into several small jars, labeled them O+, O-, AB-. She presented them to the lab techs that are referred to as vampires when she's feeling favorably disposed toward them; blood suckers when she's not. There are always 2 of those guys in attendance when Sar is the patient - backup so to speak. Sar lays the jars out on the counter. The techs don't hesitate to grab them and drink them down. One comments he prefers a bit of vodka in his; the other mentions the lack of a celery stick. Sar can't hide her laughter. Just hearing her laugh made my day. For the first time in our married life, I don't have to hold her down while they draw blood. I treated her to a banana split even though it was only mid morning. The bananas get dumped onto my plate, then the imp helps herself to my ice cream between bites of her own. That's my gal.

Getting a bit of email from some of you. Appreciate the words of support and kind thoughts. Neither of us can answer all of you in a timely manner. Responding to some of your queries, Sar is writing again. It's a slow process but apparently there are dozens of characters clamoring for attention in her head. She attributes this to a side effect of the meds. Regardless, a brief summary of some of these tales read very well. I'm as anxious as any of you to read them. One, in particular, is a lengthy story, on the diabolical side even for mia bambina. I actually feel sorry for the guy and went so far as to ask whether the poor sap was modeled after anyone we know. I didn't get an answer.

Glory, Max and Vi are still with us. They plan to head south in another week or so. Glory found a basset hound pup wandering around a parking lot; brought the cute fella home. I informed her if the newspaper ad didn't bring the owner to our door, the pup goes south too. Sar didn't object; a note has already been penned to Santa asking for Christmas puppies. Her pups are getting on in years. I suspect she wants to start training new ones before they retire. We'll see.

I give you my word my wife will be posting here in the immediate future. Thanks for your patience.

Cowboy