What a month, folks…
So here’s how it went this last month.
Karen’s grandfather died. He’d been ill for a long time and had made it 92 years, so it was’t unexpected, but sad nonetheless.
Well, at that time we’d just begun being able to attend to all the landscaping chores around the house that have fallen into hillbilly-like disrepair for the last year and a half. The landscaping was shabby, the lawn was brown and the finish on the deck had literally begun to peel off. Just peel right off I’ve not seen that before. Grandpa was to be buried about 2 hours from here, so the family would be coming in from around the country and we’d have some of them staying with us.
Needless to say we kicked into overdrive and started getting things done fast. Not that anyone would really care, but you know how it is when company comes. Things have to be their best. That meant planting a couple of trees super fast. The dirt here is so hard you have to dig with a pickaxe and haul the chunks away somewhere remote to get rid of them. It took me a day and a half to dig two holes about four feet across by 2 feet deep. Add to that all the cleaning and baby chasing and work stress and you get the picture.
Karen got a serious case of stress anxiety the day of the funeral to boot. SERIOUS. It happens to her from time to time. This time she got stressed and sick at the same time. On the way down to the funeral she had to lay on the floor to keep from puking. She was achy, weak and shaking, not to mention a somewat lovely shade of greenish-pink.
It was at that time, my wife sick on the floor, my babies strapped into their car seats and my oldest son safely in the rear of the van that I fell sound asleep at the wheel and woke up screaming and heading for the cornfields. Yeah. That was bad. Real bad.
To make a long story short, Karen got sicker, the kids got fussier and I was a living zombie the whole day. I actually had to have my sister-in-law drive us home because I couldn’t stay awake. That was hard to take.
Two days later Karen ended up in the Emergency room and was diagnosed with pneumonia. We were both wrecked. Wreckeded and stuff.
But that was then and thins is now. She’s much better, I’m pretty rested and we both have taken things a little easier. The message in this was very clear: You’re not Superman/Woman. You can’t do everythhing. And in a very real way I realized that I’m not going to live forever and life can fade in an instant. We’d better cherish what we have, the lawn can wait.
Until next time.
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