Woohooo! A whoop ‘n’ a holler when I arrived back in our room after my breakfast post about our upcoming migration. . At first glance, the bed empty, my heart skipped a beat. Then I saw Scott reclining Cleopatra-style on a chaise outside on our deck for the very first time dressed in a favorite green kurta, taking in the fresh air.
Scott’s faithful & daily attendant Afsal was grinning ear to ear, sitting in the wheelchair while his so-called uncle gazed out at the ocean, listening to the crashing waves just beyond the breakwall.
He has fallen asleep out there now after a few bites of omelette and a sip of Jewish penicillin. But not before we snapped some proof of this epic event for y’all to see. Every Day Is A Good Day. EVERY day.
PS: After Scott walked back to bed aided by his nurse and his bear cane. I hugged Afsal goodbye as he said to me Have a nice day, Aunty. A *very*nice day!, the grin still firmly placed between his ears.
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Oops! I meant first time Scott has been outside reclining on a chaise and relaxing in the fresh salt air…last time he was out was in a wheelchair about 10 days ago.
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Oh and by the way those metal things by the wall are hot buffet warmers n tables n chairs from yet another event they hdtonight AFTER thewedding. Givesyou some idea how close the rooms are to these parties.
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So happy to see these pictures of this handsome man. Such a beauty is this guy! xxoo
Dan Rizzie Sent from my iPad Please excuse typos
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Fresh air is good…………………..and yes, everyday is a good day. xo
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Love hearing every word of this……..cold and rainy in NY, your pictures and words warm things up. xxoo R I Z
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