Recent visits

Lately, we have not been home.  On Tuesday, we went to help MH, my sister, out in a bind.  Her husband, Frankie, was in the hospital.  The doctors never found out what was wrong, but it was apparently some kind of infection, because he’s on antibiotics and painkillers, and it is getting better.  At first, with the pain and swelling he experienced, they thought perhaps it was appendicitis.  Thank God it wasn’t.

We stayed in Austin until yesterday evening.  It was fun to be around the children again.  They got a bit annoying the last day we were there, because they shifted into super-hyper mode, and it didn’t let up at all, even when we were leaving.

I learned a new word, though.  My 6yo nephew taught me the word "Squeezle".  I assume that is how he would spell it, anyway.  I  asked him what that meant, and he told me, "It’s something that is really annoying (when did he learn THAT word?!!!!) and bosses you around.  It bosses you in the day and in the night."  I asked him if he meant like his mother…..devil made me do it.  He laughed and made a noise, and then confirmed that his mother  AND his sister were squeezles.  I thought to myself how much trouble I was in now.

The visit wasn’t so bad, except that we were never fully allowed to know when we would be leaving to return home.  Finally, on Thursday, we learned that Saturday was our final day.

Ok, so we’re home  now.

I had a visit from my late Aunt Emilie earlier.   She was in my dream.  The dream dealt with what to do about Memaw.  Memaw is going into the home tomorrow.  Oh my God, it just hit me that it’s tomorrow that she goes in!

So everyone starts showing up at Memaw’s house, which she hasn’t lived in for years already.  There are aunts and uncles, when out of the blue, someone announces Emilie’s arrival.  Well, even in the dream, I knew Emilie was dead, so I rushed outside to see for myself.  And there she was, smiling and waving at me from the vehicle she had just arrived in.

I went outside and hugged her.  I started crying, which was a REAL emotion, because I miss Emilie like crazy.  I asked how she was doing, and she told me life was very active and busy, but she needed to take a rest period from time to time.  That let me know she was still sick.  Emilie died from cancer, in life.  A long-but-somehow-seemed-very-fucking-fast battle with it.  For five years, she battled, but those five years seemed to ZOOM by.

So I got to hug Aunt Emilie again.  This has me a little worried about Nanny, since that was her sister.

But it is, so far, a good early-afternoon.  I slept for about TWELVE HOURS, which is so NOT typical of me these days.

All is well, for the most part.  We’re happy and healthy.  Just some pain, as usual, to  contend with.  Arthritis is a bitch!

I have to wait for my stomach to settle a bit, and then I must check on the girly girls, our doggies.

Much love to all who read.   Thank you for your notes.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack