Hi everyone. Happy Tuesday (or Monday night), and Happy T day to you also.
Sorry for all the writing in this post. Life has had a lot to talk about lately.
Last week ended with my dog Pete getting sprayed by a skunk, and so I've been battling skunk smell, which never seems to really go away, even running some air purifiers. Those purifiers really help a lot, but skunk is such a tough smell to remove every now and again you still get a little whiff of it.
In the midst of this my 93 year old Mom fell and shattered her wrist. For some reason her assisted living facility never called an ambulance. (Why didn't they is my question?) That meant my brother and I were left trying to figure out who could bring her in to get x-rays. It ended up my brother brought her in to get x-rays, and the urgent care where her assisted living sent him transported my mom by ambulance to the hospital. There was talk of surgery. Mom is in pretty good health for 93, but she is not the most active 93 year old, so no surgery for her, which is actually not a bad thing in my mind. (Nor my brother's mind either.)
Instead Mom was put into a cast and spent the weekend in the hospital. The hospital did not do a great job calling my brother with info; in fact they didn't even have his phone number even though he called several times. They also asked about my Dad being contacted, but my Dad passed in 2004. Mom was not at her usual hospital, but I can't say I am impressed with this other facility even though it is a teaching medical school.
Mom is now in the process of being relocated to rehab until her bones heal, which they will. The biggest problem with her broken wrist is that she needs a walker to get around, and until she heals, mobility is going to be difficult for her. That whole affair was, and still is, stressful. The good news is Mom had no other injuries in her fall.
And then on Saturday, my daughter was having a "cookout" with a very small group of people. My husband and I were invited; her fiance's parents, sister and grandparents were invited, and they had one set of friends join us. All we were told was that they were having a cookout.
I know my daughter very well though, and I had suspicions there was something else going on.
Those of you who read my blog regularly might have read that I suspected this was going to be more than a cookout. In fact, when we left the house, my husband asked me how convinced I was that this was going to be their wedding. "Are you 80% certain?" were his words. I replied I was 90% certain (giving myself a little room for error) that she and her fiance were getting married. When we arrived, and I saw my daughter in her dress, he looked at me and said, "You were right. They are getting married."
And they did.