Monday, June 11, 2012

We had a fairly uneventful weekend.  Our new contractor met with us Saturday and will start building the carport in about 3 weeks.  What a different experience we are having this time around.  This company has been great and the owner has been involved every step of the way.  Can't wait to see how it all turns out.

Ron was ordained yesterday at church as a Deacon.  He's such a quiet person I could tell he was very uncomfortable with the whole ritual.  All the new officers and Deacons had to come to the alter and kneel.  Mike offered to go with him but Ron thoughtfully declined Mike's offer.  How cute is that?  Mike was offering a little brotherly love to Ron...............

Ron and I talked yesterday about all the recent test results.  He was a little upset with me because I "seem" to be planning for the worse. Which is very pessimistic in his opinion.  I don't mean to make him feel like I'm a pessimist but I just know there are certain financial things that need to be in place in case surgery is required in Oct.  I guess I just have to be careful what I say in front of him.  

The other interesting thing is how differently we interpret what the doctor is saying.  Sometimes I question whether Ron was even there because he seems to hear something entirely different.  I always request a copy of any reports so I can go over them again to make sure I have the right information.  I'm trying to learn what Ron needs from me but it's hard.  Right now I think he needs me to learn how to keep my big mouth shut.

2 comments:

Judy (kenju) said...

Some men are like that. Mr. kenju seldom hears the same things I do from the doc. Getting the reports is a good thing (in case you need to prove a point).

I hope he won't put his head in the sand the whole time; you DO need to know those things in case things get worse suddenly. It is only fair, and would be considerate on his part.

Arkansas Patti said...

We tend to hear what ever feeds our fears or our hopes, which ever lives in us. I tend to only hear what feeds my hopes.