Last night Dad stayed with Mom at the hospital so that once they are discharged they can "hot foot it" out of there. I have spoken with him twice this morning and he has them packed up and just waiting on final details. As neither Mom or Dad has been an inpatient in a hospital in, oh 25 years or so.. dad expected to have to go to the billing office before leaving and really didn't want to know the final total. I reassured him that it isn't done that way anymore, they just wait so that you can pass out in the privacy of your own home. I am curious about the amount and hope Medicare and AARP come through as promised. Thank goodness this isn't happening next year; who knows what healthcare will be then. Oops, just made a social faux paux.. never discuss politics...
On a lighter note. Jim and I decided to go downstairs last night which isn't really all the way downstairs, but on the fifth floor to the manager's hour. In other words, close your eyes my good Baptist friends, happy hour. Now, just because you go to happy hour it doesn't mean you have to have adult beverages. There are hors d'oevres and free drinks of any kind in the lounge and you can also order from the dining room menu. It sounded good to us anyway, to be in a less formal atmosphere, in our jeans having a chicken quesadilla and watch some basketball.The place was packed. It seems that the Toledo and Akron fans were there for games at the "Q". (If you don't know what that is, I'm sorry-ask your favorite basketball nut). The only seats available were at the bar which was fine, because shortly afterwards the nicest couple from Pennsylvania sat beside us. They were there for her daughter's cheerleading competition and were just delightful. We talked for hours, and as were were "more mature" a.k.a. "older" we talked children and parenting among other things. We had the most enjoyable evening, and were able to disconnect from hospital talk for a few hours. So "cheers" "D & T" from Erie!