Sunday, April 19, 2009

Feeling a Little Better Each Day

Hey, Y'all,
It is Sunday morning and we are just sitting here doing computer type stuff. (Teresa and I) Gramps is still snoozing. I am feeling somewhat better today than I did yesterday. I'm still not out of the woods yet as far as running around and jumping up and down, but better.

I appreciate so much the encouraging words and prayers of everyone. We had a really good supper last night and I actually felt like eating something. Teresa bought some groceries yesterday and fixed some pierogis (which I had never had) and also some creamed spinach (which I absolutely love the taste of. I enjoyed both of those items. I burned the fool out of my tongue with the pierogi. (so now, maybe I won't be saying foolish things with my tongue? nah...not a chance).

Our neighbors came down last night for a brief visit to see how I was doing. It was really nice to have them visit with us.

I think Jennifer will probably be visiting today some time, and we may have a few others to visit.

Our family has been checking on us, too. I think I talked a lot on the phone yesterday. It is always good to talk to friends and family. I never get too much of that. Well, it is about time to go have a bit of breakfast and then I may take a nap some time this morning. My eyelids feel droopy right now. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Love to you all. Bye for now.

2 comments: TN said...

Hi Ruby, checking in this morning to see how you are doing. It sounds as if you are doing great. I'm so thankful they didn't have to do the exploratory surgery. Take care of yourself and I'll be checking in again soon.

Serbian Mink said...

oh my, are now officially one of my peeps!

my mother made the best pierogies in the world! they are a staple of the Eastern European diet....when my mother passed away in 1990, Steven's first comment was "Now who will make the pierogies?" (forgive him, he was only 4).

anyway, great you are well enough to digest those little puppies. soon you'll be swingin' from the old oak tree...take care, i'm soooo glad Teresa is there to fuss over you.
Love, Nieta