the long way home

Since I have last blogged anything beyond shit hittin' the fan in our usual fashion we've had more than our share of bad luck. I suppose it began the week after Debbie's funeral when, one by one our electronics began to give up the ghost. First it was the TV, then the computer monitor. About that time the screen on BG's phone went blank and mine failed to hold a charge long enough to carry on the extended conversations that were being held with friends and family about mama's medical condition. What we assumed would be a quick tune up in the hospital with an extended stay in a skilled nursing facility turned into a nightmarish readmission due to a low Mg level and a-fib. That was pretty much an express admission considering she was just released so here we go to a different room on a different floor to spend the night. It took about three hours of me saying "shhh" a million times and some IV ativan to finally knock her out. Right about the time I would normally be reporting for work, I wandered down to the sawmill to catch a ride home with my graveyard shift buddy. On the way up Pecan Lane we talked about where the honey holes are to fish on this place. Summer's coming.

Oh, and get this. Late yesterday afternoon we were finally home and attempting to regroup and wait on the test results to see what was up, a big clap of thunder and lightning knocked out our power. To my name, I have one tiny LED flashlight about 2inches in diameter and that's how we sat and ate gas station chicken discussing the day(s). We got BG a new phone, but both of them were dead and there we sat in the dark not knowing how long we'd be listening to the rain pelt outside the window. The lights came back on just in time for us to load up and meet the ambulance in the monsoon like downpour. Meh. A bit fat thank you to all who have prayed, called, commented or just sent good vibes because Lord knows we need it right now! Daddy is doing well with her being gone, but probably doesn't realize that things will never be the same again. Or maybe he does. He sure did have big tears in his eyes.

Anyhoo..that's about all I know except that the puppies are about to be relocated under the porch where they can scamper in the flower beds until we find them permanent homes. Which I sincerely hope is soon because dog food is more than people food these days!

Over and out. Keepin' the faith^j^