| 11/08/09 01:43 PM |
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Diane Harris (Moore)
Dick has brought his laptop to me, so I can catch up with things. I can't imagine a happier message than the first one from you, Gary. Congratulations, Gramps! A beautiful name, for a beautiful little girl, I'm sure. Looking forward to the pics.
Love reading all your recent entries about baseball, etc., surgeries, and Jim, especially your poignant views of our military men and women. Especially in light of upcoming Veteran's Day, and also after the awful event at Ft. Hood last week.
I'm doing well, and I thank you for your kinds well wishes and prayers. I am staying in bed 'till tomorrow, when I can take off my bandage and take a shower. I have ice water circulating around my knee from a little cooler that sits on the floor. Poor Dick. He has been my Boy Friday, all right, and I am afraid payback is going to be rough. I am reminded why I thought he was such a nice guy all those years ago. I started off feeling like the Queen of Sheba, sitting in my big bed, surrounded by favorite magazines and books, and with the candle Gail gave me burning on the table next to me. After two days and three big meals being brought in by my Yankee church friends, I am feeling more like Jabba the Hut (sp?) One even brought peach pie! Dick even brought up a coffee urn so I could have "coffee on tap" to satisfy my addiction, so I am pretty comfortable.Of course, the vicodin helps too. I just hope they were able to do my knee work without marring it too much. Fortunately, due to my work with the Rockettes, my legs are heavily insured.
Better go, and get back to whatever it is I can find to do here in my bedroom kingdom. My love to each of you, and I sincerely hope you are all well and enjoying the nice weather. Dick told me that I sure am missing a pretty weekend up here, too. Drat!
Oh, Connie, I know you're working hard on your mom and daddy's house. I know that house holds lots of good memories for me, so I can only imagine how many they hold for you.
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