We were to go to visit Don at his rehab center around 1PM yesterday. Good plan. There was very little traffic since everyone was elsewhere preparing for their Super Bowl parties. It was a gorgeous day. We decided we would take the Porsche for a spin. We almost made it but Michael noticed steam, yes steam, coming out the back. The water pump was letting loose.
Now, I am convinced that God gets all the men together in heaven and they have a big conference about mechanics, tools and a general how-to-fix-things meeting. Michael has saved us broken down on the side of a road with just spit and duct tape. I swear.
So, there we sat at the side of the road. He noticed a 7-11 a block away and came back with a large bottle of water. He put in as much as the car would take, left the cap a bit loose and the revs on the car as low as possible as we limped home. We were able to really enjoy the world-class vistas along the ocean cliffs and surfer's beach. Somehow, we made it home.
Within minutes, we were heading back to British Don's in mom's old 1997 Mercury Tracer. It was a different kind of ride from the Porsche but it got us there!!! Don looked great, we sat at a table in a nice room and had a great chat. He was really suffering with the three roommates and was fighting to be moved into another room. But, the place was fantastic. There was no smell of food or that horrible smell of disinfectant that usually hits the nostrils in a nursing/rehab center. It was spotless and there was a lot of staff willing to help at all times. What a place.
We were home in time to watch the game. That was fun.
I am expecting to hear from Dr. K. this morning and that will determine whether I am hospitalized or able to stay home and recover. I washed my favorite pajamas, just in case.
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