When I last wrote, we were in Gaffney, SC, where we were getting routine maintenance on the Freighliner chassis part of our RV. (This involves, oil change, grease job, and that sort of thing.) From there we drove over to visit our niece, Robin and her son, Colin. They live just south of Charlotte. it was good to see her, and we are happy to report she is doing well. She has a new job, that involves a fair amount of travel which seems to agree with her.
From there we worked our way down to Jacksonville, FL, for some medical attention. The doctor there has been following some lumps on my lungs for over a year. The happy report is that the lumps are getting smaller and are almost certainly benign ---- Good News, Indeed! I have been having some vision problems, and it was decided to have cataracts on my eyes removed. One was operated on about a week ago, and the other one will be done in about a month. We moved from Jacksonville to Bushnell, FL -- about 200 miles, and are commuting for the eye work.
We went to Tampa, and I got evaluated suitability for cochlea implant. I was found to be a suitable candidate, and will have implant out in the first week of December. Our campground here in Bushnell, is about 50 miles from the hospital in Tampa, so we are staying here for a while. After the implant is completed, there is a one month healing period. then they turn the electronics on. Then, I am told, sound reaches your brain as a series of squeals. Voices sort of sound like Donald duck talking. Eventually your brain begins to interrupt these as sound, and speech. I look forward to a fairly long period of learning to hear again, and a period that will test poor Madeline's patience.
Meanwhile we are here in a RV Park owned by our RV club, and we have many fine neighbors, who are people like us, in their late 50'w through late 70's, mostly full time RVers. so we talk about where we have been, where we are going and our wonderful children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. We are playing games -- mostly dominoes and of all things, poker.
There have been a couple of Sandhill Cranes that visit every morning. They walk through the campground, squawking with a rather unpleasant call, picking up bugs. I suspect that as the park fills up with snowbirds, the birds may find there is too much activity for them.
Above, see the male Sandhill Crane, strutting his stuff through the campground.
Although it is in the shade, I thought this profile of the pair of Cranes rather striking.
We are fortunate that my sister and my niece live near here, so i go visit them periodically. All in all, it is quite pleasant here -- good company, nice weather, and getting some medical stuff fixed, that should give us a marked improvement in the quality of our lives.
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