Catching Up With Hick

Hick is pretty easy to catch these days. He's getting around better on his bum leg butt leg-butt, but definitely not at full speed yet. His doctor nurse practitioner told him that he probably tore a hamstring muscle. That there's not much she can do about it. If he had torn away part of the bone where the tendon attaches, the type of injury that requires surgery and a 6-12 month recovery period...he would not be able to walk. So she wasn't going to send him for an MRI. She said if he's not better in 3 or 4 weeks, to come back, and she will schedule some tests. She said he should take ibuprofen for the pain and inflammation.

Hick's nurse practitioner said that he should put ice on his injured area for 20 minutes, then heat for 20 minutes, then ice again, etc. Which is EXACTLY what I told him to do, when he was plopping himself on a heating pad for hours in the La-Z-Boy.

"I told her you said that. And she said, 'Go home and tell your wife she was RIGHT!'"

And Hick DID!

I don't remember if I posted a picture or Hick's 1980 Olds Toronado back when he got pulled over for having historic plates without tags. But here it is now. Or again.

We still don't know if Hick needs tags for it, or if the historic plates are enough.

Hick has been taking Neighbor Tommy to the store every weekend. I stop short of that, even though I go to town every day. I just don't feel like it's appropriate for me to do it, though Tommy is always polite to me, and I'm not afraid of him. He's kind of from a different era. My first clue was when he called one morning to ask about getting his mail, and said, "Oh, so you're the little woman." I have picked up his mail for him a couple times (even though it's on the other end of the gravel road, two miles from here, and not in the same mailbox row as EmBee). Again, he's asked for a ride to get his mail, and I told him that Hick was working, but I'd pick it up for him and bring it to his house. He comes out to get it, so I don't have to go inside.

Last Saturday, Tommy called shortly after 8:00 a.m., to ask if Hick could take him to Walmart. I told him that Hick had just left, and was having breakfast in town. Tommy said he'd been waiting for a decent hour to call, and should have called sooner. This morning, Tommy called at 5:51. That's A.M.! We let the machine pick up, then Hick called him back later and took him to town. He pointed out to Tommy that he leaves for work at 6:00 a.m. on workdays, but that on the weekends, he doesn't get up quite that early.

Hick has been painting and furnishing his Railroad Car Shack. I don't think he's sent me pictures of the outside since it was painted, but here it is with the sliding door.

Here are a couple of shots from the inside.

Of course, no Railroad Car Shack would be complete without Thomas the Tank Engine.

Thomas looks pretty lonely there on his shelf, but Hick has more elaborate displays.

It's still a work in progress, I think. He's looking through the boys' toys for display material.

I'm glad Hick has a hobby, even it IS building themed shacks. Because this morning, he mentioned that once he is fully retired, he'd really like to go out and do things, with ME!!!

One thing he's NOT going to do with ME is attend Crazy Dude's hearing Monday morning with three other neighbors, in support of Bev.

I'm pretty sure there's going to be a story when Hick gets home.