CroMagnon
Monday, December 13, 2004
Wow, another month come and gone. Where does the time go? That was rhetorical, by the way. Now to fill in my faithful readers about the last two months.
SR is now ours, but her residence did not start out in an auspicious manner. The Sunday after her adoption was finalized, The Better Half™ was leaving for 8 AM Mass with little SR and Mike. I was dead to the world, as Sunday is my day to sleep in. I hear Mike come tearing into the house yelling, “JT! Pat! Momma needs help!” I was out of bed like a scalded cat and tearing out the back door where I found The Better Half™ lying on her back holding SR to her chest. She had slipped on the ice on the ramp we have on the back porch. After all was said and done, and after she visited the doctor the next day because her foot was hurting her so bad, the doc said that she had probably cracked a bone in her foot, and he would call after the radiologist had read the X-ray. The doc never called, so we believe her foot wasn’t broken; however, she spent a week in a wheelchair we borrowed from her parents. I of course took a week off from work, which threw me behind like you wouldn’t believe. Come to think of it, that’s where most of my time has gone, trying to keep things together while The Better Half™ recuperates. She says she’s better now, but I can still find her gimping around now and then.
What else? Now I see why people update these things so often; my memory is not what it used to be. Come to think of it, neither is anything else what it used to be. I guess that’s what happens as you near your 49th birthday.
Oh yeah, the Knights of Columbus has been keeping me busy the last couple of months. The less said about that the better, merely because thinking about it jacks my blood pressure through the roof.
We placed KC at a home for severely handicapped children this morning. As a matter of fact, it’s the same place where we placed another one of our foster children (DJ) about three years ago. Now we’re down to only having four kids at home. Seems kinda quiet to be perfectly honest.
The Better Half™ called me before I left work today to tell me that she had been in an auto accident. Some fool rearended her at a stop light, with all the kids in the van. (Flashback: We bought a 15-passenger van a couple of months ago in order to fit everyone into a vehicle at the same time. After taking out the back seat, there’s room for two wheelchairs and anything else we need for a trip. Not too shabby, although it takes a king’s ransom to gas the thing up.) No one was hurt, thankfully, but now the back of the van has a nice dent in the door and the bumper is folded under on the left hand side. Some days it ain’t worth chewing through the straps to get out of bed. All for now!
¶ 9:22 PM 6 comments
SR is now ours, but her residence did not start out in an auspicious manner. The Sunday after her adoption was finalized, The Better Half™ was leaving for 8 AM Mass with little SR and Mike. I was dead to the world, as Sunday is my day to sleep in. I hear Mike come tearing into the house yelling, “JT! Pat! Momma needs help!” I was out of bed like a scalded cat and tearing out the back door where I found The Better Half™ lying on her back holding SR to her chest. She had slipped on the ice on the ramp we have on the back porch. After all was said and done, and after she visited the doctor the next day because her foot was hurting her so bad, the doc said that she had probably cracked a bone in her foot, and he would call after the radiologist had read the X-ray. The doc never called, so we believe her foot wasn’t broken; however, she spent a week in a wheelchair we borrowed from her parents. I of course took a week off from work, which threw me behind like you wouldn’t believe. Come to think of it, that’s where most of my time has gone, trying to keep things together while The Better Half™ recuperates. She says she’s better now, but I can still find her gimping around now and then.
What else? Now I see why people update these things so often; my memory is not what it used to be. Come to think of it, neither is anything else what it used to be. I guess that’s what happens as you near your 49th birthday.
Oh yeah, the Knights of Columbus has been keeping me busy the last couple of months. The less said about that the better, merely because thinking about it jacks my blood pressure through the roof.
We placed KC at a home for severely handicapped children this morning. As a matter of fact, it’s the same place where we placed another one of our foster children (DJ) about three years ago. Now we’re down to only having four kids at home. Seems kinda quiet to be perfectly honest.
The Better Half™ called me before I left work today to tell me that she had been in an auto accident. Some fool rearended her at a stop light, with all the kids in the van. (Flashback: We bought a 15-passenger van a couple of months ago in order to fit everyone into a vehicle at the same time. After taking out the back seat, there’s room for two wheelchairs and anything else we need for a trip. Not too shabby, although it takes a king’s ransom to gas the thing up.) No one was hurt, thankfully, but now the back of the van has a nice dent in the door and the bumper is folded under on the left hand side. Some days it ain’t worth chewing through the straps to get out of bed. All for now!
¶ 9:22 PM 6 comments
