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Late last week, I became somewhat concerned by the fact that Harvey had not been contacted about the three scans that the doctor had ordered.  You may recall that he needs to have an MRI brain scan, another PET scan and a CAT scan.  So, I mentioned to him that perhaps he should call the coordinator to inquire if the dates had been set.  He said that he would send an email.  I suggested that a call might yield a quicker result.  He sent the email.  Enough said! The next day he received an email reply expressing surprise and  telling him to call the scheduler directly.  After an avalanche of phone calls, he finally has appointments for all three tests at various times this Friday and Monday.  The doctor needs to have the results before Thursday, 8/16.  Hence, the rush.  Monday is our 46th wedding anniversary.  I guess he’ll be glowing and I’ll be sewing.

Harvey is making the most of the nurse’s order not to lift anything heavier than a milk carton.  Concerned about how long the grass was getting in the front yard, he suggested that I run the mower round.  Granted, the yard isn’t much more than a postage stamp, and I felt certain that I could make quick work of it.  Getting the mower started was somewhat difficult, but the real difficulty came when I realized that there was no power to the wheels.  Our mower is over 25 years old.  At one point, I was nearly prostrate trying to push the mower up a small graded area.  Worse than that, however, was when a man drove by, slowed down and gave Harvey the “thumbs up.”  It crossed my mind to show him another “digit up.”

I am enjoying my new job playing the piano for Grace Lutheran Church in downtown Lincoln.  I am being forced to step out of my comfort zone and explore musical skills that I didn’t think I had.  This Sunday, I am accompanying a young lady who sings and plays the guitar.  She will perform “Waiting Here For You” by Chris Tomlin.  I wasn’t sure I could do it, but in rehearsal, it went quite well.  I’m glad I have the piano, and I will always be grateful to my parents for insisting that I continue, even when I wanted to quit.  It brings me a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction.  Now, if I could just get Harvey to resurrect his accordion…?