Next, still in Ina’s Go TO Dinner cookbook.  Tuesday I told the wound care person that my GP saw nothing wrong with me swimming in my own pool, professionally maintained, that no one else swims in.  (Well there was a raccoon that thought he’d join me once, but Lucy said not on her turf.)  Jim heard him say that.  In fact when he said it, I specifically turned to Jim and said did you hear that?  Well Tuesday was supposed to be Sunny and warm.  It was, but as Jim had refused to turn on the pool heater, I couldn’t swim.  The wound care specialist kept me out of my pool all last year.  I waited 70 some years to get my own pool.  How many years do I have left to enjoy it?  So needless to say my attitude at the wound care center was so bad you could see fire coming out of my ears, mouth and eyes.  So there was a long discussion and I went swimming the next day and the next.  Then we had thunder and lighting day to be followed by cold.  But I got in 2 days, could have been 3 if not for guard dog Jim.  My ankle looks the same as it always does.

We had leftover beans and hot dogs again.