Pensacola Saturday 1.0
Pensacola Saturday 1.0
At 2:30 yesterday afternoon as we were walking down a hospital corridor looking for the Wendy's store for lunch, the cafeteria being closed, we glanced up with surprise to see a familiar face. I said to Linda, "We have a boy just like that."
Joe drove down from Winston-Salem, NC and had just arrived. Joe brings gifts, brought his sister a teddy bear. When we left the hospital late last evening, Malinda was asleep clutching the bear, Ray and Joe still in 471, Ray to spend the night. We don't want Malinda opening her eyes and not seeing one of us, a close family member.
She is doing remarkably well. Eyes not quite right yet, don't follow precisely, doctor says because of the pressure but will resolve as blood continues to dissipate from her head. Proper motion all arms and legs, hands and feet, fingers and toes. Good speech, vocabulary, observation and reasoning conversation. I am astonished, because I've come into the modern age from the days when this sort of cerebral accident was catastrophic.
Nothing from Ray or hospital overnight, no news being good news, we expect the second procedure still to be scheduled for Wednesday, and all consent forms having been signed. Meantime, M remains at high risk of stroke and is being closely monitored.
Linda staying with Malinda, three generations of us males, Ray, Joe and I drove down to Joe Patti's for seafood supper, only to find they're a lunch restaurant, closed at 4:30. We went to Marina Oyster Barn on Bayou Texar where Linda and I have eaten often over recent years, and with Kristen and Malinda when we've brought Kristen's car over for Volvo service. Oyster Barn has markings inside showing the depth inside of flooding from many hurricanes over the years.
Walt and Judy had described Joe Patti's seafood market, and Judy gave me directions, so while there we wandered through the huge, noisy market, with its beautiful long row of iced-down fish of every kind. Friday evening and a surging crowd of people were taking ticket numbers to be waited on. Couple vats of swimming lobsters, and at the end of the row, gallons of oysters marked at I think it was $59.95 a gallon. I've not been able to buy oysters at that price since we retired from Apalachicola in 1998. Generally $85 up in PC, though not too long ago I bought a gallon at Buddy Gandy's at $65 only to open at home and find the top quarter gallon was liquid.
On the way back to Sacred Heart after supper, we drove by 1317 E. Strong Street and I showed them the house where my mother grew up and the now empty lot on the adjacent corner where, during World War 2, my grandfather opened a little neighborhood mom & pop grocery store for my uncle Wilbur to run because food was rationed and owning a grocery store gave the large family extraordinary access. I remember the little store and seeing Wilbur there wearing a long white grocer's apron. My mother's older brother, Wilbur Gentry was the father of beloved first cousins Margaret and Bill. Bill died in, as I recall, 2004. At the moment, Margaret is touring northern Alabama and surrounds with my sister Gina in Gina's motor home camper, looking for long lost relatives.
Tass, Jeremy, Caroline and Charlotte are on schedule to arrive later this morning, staying two nights. Family gathers lovingly for what ten days ago was to be our celebration of Tassy's and Jeremy's birthdays at 7H.
TS Alberto
TomDadPapa&c
new top pic: looking south from M's window
At 2:30 yesterday afternoon as we were walking down a hospital corridor looking for the Wendy's store for lunch, the cafeteria being closed, we glanced up with surprise to see a familiar face. I said to Linda, "We have a boy just like that."
Joe drove down from Winston-Salem, NC and had just arrived. Joe brings gifts, brought his sister a teddy bear. When we left the hospital late last evening, Malinda was asleep clutching the bear, Ray and Joe still in 471, Ray to spend the night. We don't want Malinda opening her eyes and not seeing one of us, a close family member.
She is doing remarkably well. Eyes not quite right yet, don't follow precisely, doctor says because of the pressure but will resolve as blood continues to dissipate from her head. Proper motion all arms and legs, hands and feet, fingers and toes. Good speech, vocabulary, observation and reasoning conversation. I am astonished, because I've come into the modern age from the days when this sort of cerebral accident was catastrophic.
Nothing from Ray or hospital overnight, no news being good news, we expect the second procedure still to be scheduled for Wednesday, and all consent forms having been signed. Meantime, M remains at high risk of stroke and is being closely monitored.
Linda staying with Malinda, three generations of us males, Ray, Joe and I drove down to Joe Patti's for seafood supper, only to find they're a lunch restaurant, closed at 4:30. We went to Marina Oyster Barn on Bayou Texar where Linda and I have eaten often over recent years, and with Kristen and Malinda when we've brought Kristen's car over for Volvo service. Oyster Barn has markings inside showing the depth inside of flooding from many hurricanes over the years.
Walt and Judy had described Joe Patti's seafood market, and Judy gave me directions, so while there we wandered through the huge, noisy market, with its beautiful long row of iced-down fish of every kind. Friday evening and a surging crowd of people were taking ticket numbers to be waited on. Couple vats of swimming lobsters, and at the end of the row, gallons of oysters marked at I think it was $59.95 a gallon. I've not been able to buy oysters at that price since we retired from Apalachicola in 1998. Generally $85 up in PC, though not too long ago I bought a gallon at Buddy Gandy's at $65 only to open at home and find the top quarter gallon was liquid.
On the way back to Sacred Heart after supper, we drove by 1317 E. Strong Street and I showed them the house where my mother grew up and the now empty lot on the adjacent corner where, during World War 2, my grandfather opened a little neighborhood mom & pop grocery store for my uncle Wilbur to run because food was rationed and owning a grocery store gave the large family extraordinary access. I remember the little store and seeing Wilbur there wearing a long white grocer's apron. My mother's older brother, Wilbur Gentry was the father of beloved first cousins Margaret and Bill. Bill died in, as I recall, 2004. At the moment, Margaret is touring northern Alabama and surrounds with my sister Gina in Gina's motor home camper, looking for long lost relatives.
Tass, Jeremy, Caroline and Charlotte are on schedule to arrive later this morning, staying two nights. Family gathers lovingly for what ten days ago was to be our celebration of Tassy's and Jeremy's birthdays at 7H.
TS Alberto
TomDadPapa&c
new top pic: looking south from M's window