About three years ago, Alan's sister bought him one of those things that you pull over your legs and onto your feet. You pump it up, and the you turn it on and it's like an air compressor.

When we saw it on the infomercial we told her and she's the kind of person, if you tell her you saw something, the next day you find it in your mailbox.

Believe me, I've received food processors, leg warmers, gloves, (oh yeah, last month it was a clock radio),WHATEVER!!

She has to be the most generous woman on the planet.


So we get this thing (I think they called them air compressor boots, or something like that). The purpose when you them on, is that they compress different parts of your legs at different stages. I can't fully remember but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Well, he puts them on, turns them on and they do their thing and Alan looks at me and says "what is this supposed to do for me". I burst out laughing. It did absolutely nothing. We returned them, and she got a refund.

I can't wait till the next thing arrives.

Two weeks ago, I must have mentioned something about Alan and slippers and no sooner do we go to the birthday party on Saturday and we are downstairs, does she whip out two pairs of mens slippers for Alan. and two magazines for me. And a necklace and pair of earrings for my birthday. She always says to me "my brother would be dead if it werent' for you".

I just stared at her. She is one amazing lady.

So I'lll just continue to massage his thighs and calves. It really does make a difference. I don't want to do his feet because he gets ulcers and I don't want him to bleed.

be well
melody