I’ve spent quite a few hours in the last three days sitting in the food court at the hospital, people watching. Ive watched expectant mothers, in labour, but not far enough that they can’t still smile and joke, then watched then leave two days later, newborn in tow.

Ive watched – because the hospital my dad is in is the Leading in pediatrics in the province – little boys and girls with masks and portable IV’s, some walking, and some in wheelchairs being taken on walks by gowned, and gloved nurses.

I’ve listened to conversations, watched groups of cying people discussing their family member down the hall dying of cancer. I’ve listened to them listing the pros and cons of hiring  Mesothelioma lawyers.

I’ve watched groups of girls dressed in clothing more suited for a street corner than a hospital, and seen men in suits. I watched one man this afternoon, impeccable suit, briefcase in one hand and a giant pink stuffed dolphin in the other, and wondered about the new baby he was about to meet. He didn’t look old enough to be the grandpa. maybe an uncle?

Who knows? That’s what makes people watching so much fun. You don’t know their stories so you can make up your own!

Wow. Just wow. What a week.

My dad had four – maybe more, the doctor isn’t telling – heart attacks on Saturday. He had three stents – wire like things to keep your arteries open- put in, two in the right artery, one in the left, AND hew as diagnosed with diabetes. Five needles a day!

Hubs, the boys, and I had gone to their place Friday night because out eldest does archery with Grandpa and they had a shoot on Saturday morning. We spent Friday night admiring the kitchen remodels they are in the middle of, and setting up the back forty with the 3D targets for the shoot.

My step mother is stressed to the max.

We, (Me, my brother and hubs) will be heading down Saturday to mud, sand and paint the exposed drywall so that when dad gets home he doesn’t get antsy about getting it done! My stepmother is worried about all the small things – she hasn’t picked out a paint color – no worry we told her, we will prime it with white and the primer will be good enough to protect the drywall until a color has been selected, then we will get the color up for her.

She worried because none of the cabinets have knobs on – she was in the middle of picking some out. No problem, we can pick up a lot of plastic knobs to use until she picks the ones they want to use.

She is worried because Late Friday night they had some leaking in the basement and the carpet needs to come up. No worries, we’ve already got a neighbor who will take it up and out!

She is so worried, about dad, about us kids, about the house – she needs to stop, step back and take care of herself. I love that woman and DO NOT want to be hoverign over HER bedside in the cardiac unit next!