We’re in a routine now. We’ve got this recovery thing down. That makes small windows in the routine refreshing. Yesterday held several windows, the first being a visit from bethL. Then the doorbell rang…it was a box!
Intrigue. The lid encouraged us to “PLEASE REFRIGERATE ASAP! This box contains perishable food. It would be a crying shame if it went bad.”
Not gonna let 1,300 miles prevent them from providing a meal for their housebound parents. With a little help from the Internet and UPS.
Chicago-style deep-dish pizza! Only an hour earlier Mauri was thinking pizza sounded pretty good.
Wait a minute. Did this come all the way from Chicago frozen solid? Dry ice is cool stuff…but don’t you dare touch it!
Here’s the perfect place to keep it until it’s ready for the oven, right here with my super duper ice-making system (for Mauri’s knee-icing machine). Yes, those are cups of frozen water that go right in the cooler.
Another window in the routine included our friend Lisa and her dog Little Ann, Darcy’s mama. Lisa brought split-pea soup for our lunch, then took Darcy for a play date.
His first outing since the ride home from the hospital, the first of 12 PT appointments. That’s Bud.
Finally time to bake the pizza. 40 minutes at 425 was all it took.
Almost too lovely to eat.
Thanks, Andersons. The fun factor was almost greater than the taste factor. Almost.
But wait. The routine had one more window.
Brother Howard came by with his new RainSong guitar, and the two entertained me with their impromptu jam session. If you listen carefully to the picture, you will hear Howard singing “When You’re Smiling.”