A Welcome Visitor

My sister Susan arrived by lunch time Wednesday.  It's been so long since we've seen each other it was quite emotional even though we stay in touch  almost daily by text and other such e-devices.  She's our youngest, by 20 years for me, sister. 

Thursday was an odd day because I was scheduled for a repair of a failed and infected root canal. I left at 7:30am crossing my fingers it would go well and it did.  Two hours of my life disappeared into a fog of oxygen and nitrous and then it was done. No pain, except to my budget, no muss, no fuss.  My COPD sluggish lungs were delighted  with the extra oxygen and the rest of the day I breathed better and had more energy than I have for weeks.  Susan and I talked and talked, went to see a movie, "Life," a syfy thriller, and then out to dinner with my son Chris.

Friday we went for a walk at Bennington Lake and surprisingly the buckets of rain had stopped and the sun was out. Everything was shiny.

The Army Corps had released the water after the flood watch subsided and the lake is down to it's muddier self.  It's an manmade lake in a system to control flood waters from Mill Creek which runs through downtown Walla Walla. I made about half a mile and tanked and sent Susan on.  I took some photos and began the much slower walk uphill to the parking lot. Going at her own pace and alone Susan got about 2 miles in and caught up with me just before I neared the car.

Bennington Lake looking west.  My header looks east.

On my breather I spied a tree the beavers have been chewing on.  It looks like they made it nearly half way through.  They have a lodge up here. I hope to make it farther around the lake one of these days and see it.

All that fresh air and we didn't want to cook so out to dinner again.  Then we talked and ate chocolate and binge watched "Grace and Frankie." I won't spoil anything but I can tell you some of the last episodes had me crying.  Too close to home. We talked about our grandmothers who Susan barely knew.

Saturday morning we went out to breakfast and then Susan left for Portland.   When I got up this morning my home sweet home seems awfully empty.