T Stands for A Lot Going On or Why I got Behind Commenting

 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.

It was a very lovely ceremony, officiated by half of the best friends invited.

Here is the entire wedding group minus the 2 best friends.(They were taking the photos.)

You can see most of us were dressed for a chilly fall day cookout.

And here's my drink related photo to T day this week over at Bleubeard's and Elizabeth's blog.

Here we are after dinner out by the firepit enjoying some good conversation and chat.

Last week Elizabeth asked if I minded not being involved with the wedding planning.  Being involved in the wedding planning  didn't bother me as I don't really enjoy planning parties or events, and this wedding was very much my daughter. (Which her wedding should be. There are still parts from my wedding 34 years ago I would have done differently then/and now.) 

I probably would have dressed a bit better for the affair had I been told about it, and I even though I am not one of those party planning people, I  would have recommended a small party  down the road.  I know there are people who are going to be disappointed they couldn't be there. I would never tell my daughter that though, so good thing she doesn't read my blog.

I must say this wedding was the highlight of last week. I am happy for my daughter, and for them as a couple. My daughter's husband (that still sounds strange to me) is a very good man, and I love him to death. They are great together. 

I know I am behind in commenting, so I apologize. I'll be by soon as I plan on doing some catching up ASAP. 

Have a great T day and week ahead.