Live has its ebb and flow. Sometimes it ebbs. Sometimes it flows, and sometimes it flows downhill and backs up in the basement. This has been one of those basement weeks. Besides sixteen little things that have gone wrong, we found the neighbors’ little dog dead in our pool the other morning. Poor little Miss Nola apparently slipped through the fence, got too nosey and fell in. She was an adventurous little spirit who had a habit of doing things that put her in danger, and it caught up with her. We were all just heartbroken. And a bit traumatized.
Yesterday, we put Mama J. in the hospital. It’s nothing serious, but she did give us a scare yesterday morning that prompted an ambulance ride to the hospital. Apparently, dehydration had a lot to do with that incoherent babbling that caused us to worry that she had had a light stroke.
Mama called me this morning to tell me that one of my elderly aunts fell and broke a hip late yesterday (not good at her age), and another elderly aunt has pneumonia (also not good). Right as I hung up the phone with her, Hubby called me to tell me he had just spent a fair amount of money at the pool store, and while we were on the phone he came upon a bad wreck involving a good friend of his. He hung up, bailed out and helped emergency crews cut P. out of his truck that was wrapped around a tree. Nothing like getting covered in mud and your friend’s blood by 10 o’clock in the morning. P. will be okay and had remarkably few injuries from the accident, but he’ll be in the hospital for a few days. Oh, and rolling around in the back of our brains this week is the fact that tomorrow is the two year anniversary of Sissy’s suicide. Um, yeah, it’s just a barrel of monkeys over here. Sister Mercy, I’m afraid to answer the phone anymore.
We will weather all of this and be smiling again soon, like this weekend when Teen Angel has prom, but right now, we could use a little break. The business where I work is closed for Good Friday, and I have a full day of comp time built up, so I’m takin’ my ball and goin’ home. I’m taking the rest of the week off, and plan to try out that new lounge chair I bought Sunday….if it doesn’t storm yet again. We are in the midst of a cycle of very stormy weather that’s supposed to last through the weekend. The wind huffed and puffed and tried to blow down the house last night, but we came through without any damage. I hate to sound paranoid, but at the rate things are going, I think I’ll just slap a hardhat on everybody’s head and hand them a flotation device for at least the next few days. If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the back eating bon bons and watching House Hunters International reruns. Anybody know how much it costs to buy a home in Belize? I want something without a basement.
Somesville, Maine, a quick drive by - Heading south on 102 towards Bass Harbor we had the fortune of driving through Somesville *(link to this splendid town)*. It has to be one of the pretti...
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