Jim

Oh, boy, it was a scary family news day.
I look at Facebook (and often post) after I write this blog and check my email. Didn't see much of note and went to make breakfast at my usual 8:00. Daughter Ellen then called me to tell me my brother's daughter had posted on FB that her father, my brother, Jim, who is 94, had broken his hip. I immediately called Jim's number and talked to Jim's son, Mike.  Earlier, I had called Betty to tell her I'd be there to go to lunch with her today. At that point, neither of us (I don't think) knew about Jim. I called Carolyn and told her, but she said Chrissy, our niece had already called Betty to tell her the news. Later, I called my other brother, Larry, who's back from Budapest, about Jim, but he already had had the news, also. Anyway, I understand Jim came through surgery well--he had a hip replacement--although I didn't find that out until late afternoon. I do hope he'll come through this okay--he is, at least, in reasonably good health otherwise.
Carolyn called again after and we had a long talk about her mother and her condition (sigh). Went to the widder lunch early and just had roasted cauliflower--no beer, because I was driving. Got into long heart-to-heart discussions (separately) with both new member, Deidre, and my dear  young friend,  Donna. Carolyn B. and Nancy were both there and I chatted with them, too. Gave everybody flyers about the show and several plan to come.
As I had expected, Suzanne called me about 1:00 to say the shuttle was a few minutes away from the Sheraton. It took me only about ten minutes from the Stonefire Grille to pick her up. I took her home with pleasure, as I like  having her next door and I had missed her. Had my regular salad lunch, knowing rehearsal was called for 6:30 and I wouldn't eat much, if anything. for dinner.
About 4:45, Chrissy posted that Jim is doing well and will probably go home on Wednesday--YAY! Went to rehearsal and sat through two run-throughs of one of the other plays, then we went on twice, also. It went well and, as virtually any performance of any kind does, gets better in exact ratio to how many rehearsals we have.
Home and my usual, but I made the stupid mistake of setting the alarm for 5:30--what was I thinking? I have a doctors appointment at 7:15 am tomorrow and I should have thought of that, plus rehearsal again at 6:30 tonight. I'm going to be dragging, I'm afraid, but I'll live through it.