Don't you just love Adirondack style? Our new chairs are EC (ecologically correct), as each chair is made from 100 plastic milk bottles. I like to believe we're sitting on some of our old recycled bottles.
Tall Husband and I swore that we had enough art, that we would never buy another piece, however, we live dangerously close to art galleries...walking distance. We were out for an evening walk when we saw that the old Heights-Theater-cum-art-gallery was having an opening. What could it hurt to just look? Well, you are looking at our latest purchase, an edgy sculpture by Houston sculptor/painter Patrick Medrano.
There are additional photos at My Ranchburger blog of the piece after we installed it in the art niche in the garage/studio behind The Bunny Bungalow.
Welcome home, Baby!
Note: The piece is from Gallery M Squared in the historic Heights Theater. There is an interesting back story associated with the sculpture, which I'll reveal when I know the ending.
It's finished! The garage/studio behind the Bunny Bungalow is finished and Tall Husband and I have begun to move in. Also, the hard scape, sprinkler system and French drains have been completed. Most of the landscaping is in. The new Adirondack chairs are on the screened second-floor porch. What a great place to sit and read or to chat with Tall Husband.
Last Thursday, Tall Husband was scheduled for a simple outpatient surgery on his elbow...an ulnar nerve release. His pre-op exam was normal, including an ECG; however, during surgery there was a problem. He developed atrial fibrillation for the first time in his life. I knew there was a serious problem when I was paged and a staff member met me, telling me that I was to go with him to the post-op recovery room and was to stay with my husband (no one is allowed to stay.)
We spent several anxious hours watching the monitors, which were not giving us good news. We waited for the IV medication to "convert his heartbeat to sinus." Finally he converted and everyone cheered. Then he was sent to the telemetry unit in the same hospital...I forgot to mention that his orthopedic surgery took place in the best heart institute in the country, so his care was superb. He was inthe right place at the right time, as the old saying goes.
A member of the medical team made a little bed for me next to Tall Husband's. All night I raised my head to be certain that he was breathing, as I whispered to Taddie, his late mother...yes, I talk to dead people..."Taddie, I'm taking care of him and I'm frightened." I promised her before our marriage that I would never leave him and that I would take the best care of him. She extracted that same promise from me before she died. I'm big on promises to others, especially if I love them, as I do her.
So, we are back at The Bunny Bungalow now. We are both bug eyed but thanks to a great team at St. Luke's Hospital, he survived good as new. Thanks, everyone!
P.S. I left out the part about what a horrible patient Tall Husband was; however, I think it was a reaction to the morphine given post surgery.
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