(oh you thought I was going to say 'a box of chocolates' didn't' you)?
I was thinking more like a really fast merry-go-round that never stops, even when you feel like you're going to be sick.
Dear dad of the recent 'Daddy' post went in on Thursday for a heart catherization and was quickly bustled to Savannah in the ambulance. Three arteries that were 70-80% blocked required a triple bypass surgery early Friday morning. He did really well and should come home tomorrow! It is stunning to me that someone could have heart surgery on Friday and be ready for discharge on Tuesday. The six weeks of taking it easy that are prescribed post-surgery will be harder than the surgery itself.
Abby is leaning to ride her bike... without the training wheels! What?! Already? She has it mostly mastered in a hang-on for dear life way and has a tendency to steer to the left.... meaning our down the driveway beginnings find their arcing journey's end in the backyard. She grins the whole time and pedals like a mad woman.
J.T. should begin guitar lessons this month if we can sort out our schedules and would like to sign-up for baseball in the spring. Abby is pestering us for dance lessons. Fitting in extracurricular activities and homework and meals, etc. is quite the challenge! I have no idea how my mother managed with four of us.... baton twirling, football, piano, band practice...
The car has done the now that it's paid off I must break something routine. Twice. At a price tag of $1,000. Abby's tubal ligation bill came. Without listing the portion paid by our health insurance. Which necessitated several phone calls and navigation of the automated phone system loop. I might have muttered an ugly word or twelve while on eternal "please hold".
Last night we had the most gorgeous pink sunset. It made the merry-go-round ride slow down. Just for a bit.
Sparkly Street Family Update.
8 years ago
5 comments:
Run Melinda, RUN!
I hate the "please hold, your call is important to us, which is why we are going to keep you hanging listening to crappy music for the next 45 minutes, we know you need us more than we need you" messages.
This kind of crazy life is why I am so glad I am medicated!
A little to crazy even for me...
Glad your Dad is doing well. I'm all confused about the tubal ligation though, in my head that's what a grown-up woman has when she doesn't want babies. So you must be talking about something else, right?
Were you the junior baton twirler? Please tell me you were.
Oh yes Stompergirl, you're right! They said tubal something or other...
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