Still Kicking

I am here ....... tired but here. I have been busy, busy. Four days after my daughter's wedding, it was back to the hospital with my old man. After 3 heart attacks and 3 subsequent stints over a 20 year period, he now has Congestive Heart Failure and a blood clot in the wall of his heart. But he's doing OK and I am coping - semi anyway.

I have been moving bushes and flowers to my land. And a gazillion huge rocks that I had strewn about my yard in the guise of several flower beds. What is is about me that where ever I go, I am attracted to rocks destined to be dumped in my yard? They just seem to follow me home.

We are planting a garden, the first in several years. The first since my Dad passed away as well. I have been assaulted by bitter sweet memories the past couple of days smelling the diesel fuel from the tractor and burying my bare toes in the soft, damp red dirt.

Here are Sis and Karren her sidekick hammig it up for the camera at Windi's wedding reception.

Post - Wedding Stress Syndrone

Well, it's over.....finally. I am STILL stressed out to the max. I am thinking I should have went on the Honeymoon and left the happy couple here as I sure coulda used a few days of relazation myself! Anyway, until I recover, here is a picture to commemerate the occasion. Who cares if they are happy or not, I am just glad it's over.

Christmas Woes

Well another Christmas Day has come and gone. I spent mine alone for the most part as hubby had to work his normal 12 hour shift and the only son left at home worked 12 hours last night and spent his holiday sleeping. I am sick - whether flu or a severe sinus infection I don’t know yet. I already have an appointment for Wednesday so I will wait till then to find out. My nose is draining down my throat making me cough, my ears are hurting and ringing and my balance is iffy at best. I feel like crap. Spent most of the day on the couch wrapped in a blanket and shivering. All in all, not a very good holiday to be sure.
Lana is better I think. Yesterday I made stew from the turkey remains and took her a pint. She called and told me she ate it all. Today she called and asked if I had any more. My reply was yes, but I wasn’t bringing it - if she wanted it, she’d have to come get it - which she did. She has apologized profusely about being the cause of us missing our Christmas Eve ritual. I keep telling her it’s not about the day of the month we meet, it’s about the love and caring when we finally get together that matters. Folks can’t help getting sick after all.
I was reading Tina’s blog about her Christmas morning aftermath and have to say that I have noticed that since my children are grown, I miss the hustle and bustle of preparing for big morning when the kids find what Santa left under the tree. I miss the chaos, the laughter and excited squeals as they locate gift after gift they had asked for. It isn’t the same when the kids are grown. The excitement level is less, the anticipation is gone. Grandkids help some, but it is definitely different than your own children.
Merry Christmas and Happy 52 Anniversary Mom and Dad, where ever you are. We love you and miss you today and every day.