What a day. It's been a really long week.
Yes, I know it's Monday. Your point?
I don't know why I think I can resume some aspect of "normal" and get a few things done at the house. I must be a fool.
Shut up.
Mother is progressing nicely and I am grateful for that.
But her care giver's leg started hurting the other day. She called a doctor, whose nurse called back and said it might be a blood clot, so she should go to the emergency room.
Well, well.
So, Daughter rearranged her plans, as did I. Brother of Many Surgeries was already there and assured me they would be fine until one of us could get there.
Then their electricity went off and Mother was sort of stuck in her recliner, reclined.
With a "I gotta go now" kind of bladder, that's a dangerous place to be.
So Brother Of found batteries and got her moving again. The chair and her bladder.
Meanwhile, I received an, um, interesting phone call from my ex-husband. Hadn't heard from him in oh, a quarter of a century or so.
That got my blood pressure raring to go. Up.
My house is in disarray. The flowers were drooping, there were no clean towels, both sides of the kitchen sink were full of dirty dishes, and both dishwasher drawers were full of clean dishes. It seems every time Daughter or I come home from Mother's we collapse in a stupor and get nothing done.
Husband doesn't do all the above because he "is pet sitting and Molly might have a seizure." That's exactly what he said, I lie you not.
Of course, he went to the grocery store and emptied the trash after only being reminded three or four times. Now to get him to the dump before the bears rip in to it all.
He has been a prince coming and going and staying regarding Mother's hospitalization. He loves her a lot; they have a cornbread kind of love.
Right now things are calm and I'm kinda hungry.
I reckon I better take advantage of the calm and feed myself.
Later, dude.
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Monday, June 2, 2014
Monday, January 28, 2013
And They Said It Wouldn't Last!
Twenty-eight years ago, on January twenty-eighth, my husband and I tied the knot.
He was a thirty-five year old bachelor, and I was divorced after twelve years of marriage to a not so very nice person.
The night before we were to get married (which had been kept a secret to almost everybody), he came to my house for supper. We ate, watched TV, and when he got up to go home, we opened the door to a winter wonderland.
There was already about four inches of snow and ice. It had happened in a matter of a few hours.
I called the gate and asked if it was safe for him to get out. After the guard stopped laughing, he said no, no way, nope. I lived in a community that was made with the houses suspended off the mountainside, and every road was a winding, narrow snake trail. I guess that's why the guard said no.
Well, my husband to be freaked out. He kept muttering "I've waited thirty-five years to get married, and now this." He kept peering out the living room window as though the weather might miraculously improve. He paced, back in forth, in front of the couch.
He called his mama and told her he was trapped (wasn't that supposed to be what he said on our fifth anniversary?) That went over like a ton of bricks. He may have been thirty-five, but he wasn't supposed to be spending the night at some divorcee's house!
We weren't even going to tell our parents we were getting married. I had found out via the grapevine of trustworthy friends that my parents were freaking out, thinking I was on the re-bound from my divorce, and besides that, they didn't know this boy! They (Mother) were trying to find out the goods on him, by hook or crook.
But when my husband was caught red handed with a Service Merchandise Mart catalogue, turned to the WEDDING RINGS, his mama asked why was he doing that? And he said - wait for it- "A friend of mine is thinking about getting married and wanted to borrow this."
I can still, after all these years, hear her eyes rolling practically out of her head.
The final straw for her was when he was trying to sneak his suit out of the house. His mother's house. Can you imagine trying to sneak something as big as a suit out from under your mother's nose?
She flattened herself against the car door and told him he wasn't going anywhere until he told her if we were getting married. So, of course, he broke down and confessed.
Which meant I had to tell my parents.
One of my best friends (who kept her mouth shut - at least somebody did) agreed to stand up for us. The preacher's daughter was to be the other witness.
Back to the night before: I went to bed, I don't think the future husband did, even though I put clean sheets and quilts on the guest bed.
I called the gate again the morning of the wedding. They said you can't get out. I said, "B-but we are supposed to get married today."
"Well, why didn't ya say so? We'll get you out if we have to use our helicopter!" (they had a helicopter?).
They tracked our every move, waiting to rescue us from driving off a ravine, if necessary.
So, in husband-to-be's rear wheel drive Volkswagen, we crept, and finally saw the gate! WHEW!
But wait! On the other side of the gate was my ex-husband trying to wheedle his way in!!! YIKES!
The guard, who had plenty of girth and knew what was going on, stayed between the two cars, blocking old ex's view. And kept him occupied while we sped away at 5 mph. on the ice.
The groom put the James Bond theme song in the tape deck. We were so cool.
Just before we left my house that morning, the phone rang. It was husband's mama asking if she could at least pay for a few photographs to be taken at the church, since NOBODY was allowed to attend. He asked me, I said, "Sure."
She said, "That's good, because they'll be there at 3:30 p.m." Ha!
We got to the church, after I had begged a florist to make me a small bouquet to hold.
They had forgotten to turn on the heat.
We got married in forty degrees. I couldn't tell if I was shaking from nerves or cold. It was probably both.
I look back at the pictures, and even though we thought we were old (I was thirty), we look like children, with love and hope shining from our eyes.
Happy Anniversary, sweet man.
He was a thirty-five year old bachelor, and I was divorced after twelve years of marriage to a not so very nice person.
The night before we were to get married (which had been kept a secret to almost everybody), he came to my house for supper. We ate, watched TV, and when he got up to go home, we opened the door to a winter wonderland.
There was already about four inches of snow and ice. It had happened in a matter of a few hours.
I called the gate and asked if it was safe for him to get out. After the guard stopped laughing, he said no, no way, nope. I lived in a community that was made with the houses suspended off the mountainside, and every road was a winding, narrow snake trail. I guess that's why the guard said no.
Well, my husband to be freaked out. He kept muttering "I've waited thirty-five years to get married, and now this." He kept peering out the living room window as though the weather might miraculously improve. He paced, back in forth, in front of the couch.
He called his mama and told her he was trapped (wasn't that supposed to be what he said on our fifth anniversary?) That went over like a ton of bricks. He may have been thirty-five, but he wasn't supposed to be spending the night at some divorcee's house!
We weren't even going to tell our parents we were getting married. I had found out via the grapevine of trustworthy friends that my parents were freaking out, thinking I was on the re-bound from my divorce, and besides that, they didn't know this boy! They (Mother) were trying to find out the goods on him, by hook or crook.
But when my husband was caught red handed with a Service Merchandise Mart catalogue, turned to the WEDDING RINGS, his mama asked why was he doing that? And he said - wait for it- "A friend of mine is thinking about getting married and wanted to borrow this."
I can still, after all these years, hear her eyes rolling practically out of her head.
The final straw for her was when he was trying to sneak his suit out of the house. His mother's house. Can you imagine trying to sneak something as big as a suit out from under your mother's nose?
She flattened herself against the car door and told him he wasn't going anywhere until he told her if we were getting married. So, of course, he broke down and confessed.
Which meant I had to tell my parents.
One of my best friends (who kept her mouth shut - at least somebody did) agreed to stand up for us. The preacher's daughter was to be the other witness.
Back to the night before: I went to bed, I don't think the future husband did, even though I put clean sheets and quilts on the guest bed.
I called the gate again the morning of the wedding. They said you can't get out. I said, "B-but we are supposed to get married today."
"Well, why didn't ya say so? We'll get you out if we have to use our helicopter!" (they had a helicopter?).
They tracked our every move, waiting to rescue us from driving off a ravine, if necessary.
So, in husband-to-be's rear wheel drive Volkswagen, we crept, and finally saw the gate! WHEW!
But wait! On the other side of the gate was my ex-husband trying to wheedle his way in!!! YIKES!
The guard, who had plenty of girth and knew what was going on, stayed between the two cars, blocking old ex's view. And kept him occupied while we sped away at 5 mph. on the ice.
The groom put the James Bond theme song in the tape deck. We were so cool.
Just before we left my house that morning, the phone rang. It was husband's mama asking if she could at least pay for a few photographs to be taken at the church, since NOBODY was allowed to attend. He asked me, I said, "Sure."
She said, "That's good, because they'll be there at 3:30 p.m." Ha!
We got to the church, after I had begged a florist to make me a small bouquet to hold.
They had forgotten to turn on the heat.
We got married in forty degrees. I couldn't tell if I was shaking from nerves or cold. It was probably both.
I look back at the pictures, and even though we thought we were old (I was thirty), we look like children, with love and hope shining from our eyes.
Happy Anniversary, sweet man.
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