Cruising

I almost hate to say this, but I feel like we're finally starting to get the hang of things. Dad and I are getting a rhythm to our days, Dad is working like crazy and getting stronger and better, and everyone is (mostly) sleeping through the night.

Yesterday Dad had some vision breakthroughs. We had gone out to breakfast with friends and afterward stopped at our friendly neighborhood hospital so they could draw blood (to check Dad's coumadin levels). As we were pulling out of our space to head home, Dad looked ahead and gestured at the handicapped parking sign (in addition to the wheelchair symbol, it had the word "parking"). "That says 'parking.'" Later, when we got home and went to the bathroom, Dad looked at himself in the mirror. Usually he stares for awhile and then shakes his head and mutters, "I wish I could see myself." This time, he grinned and said, "I can see me!" (Again, not the facial details, but much more of himself than ever before.) He could even tell what his t-shirt said (Utah Utes, of course :)). When we began reminiscing about when he was first at IMed for rehab and couldn't even see the mirror in the gym, let alone see anything in it, we were pretty stinkin' happy.

With how hard Dad's been working in therapy, how well Mom seems to be doing, and a better balance of activity and downtime, things really do seem to be cruising along.

And now, I've tempted fate and you'll all read in the paper about the meteor that came crashing through the roof of a house in West Jordan, Utah. ;)