I always write my blogs in Word then post onto Worpress. Today, however, I must depart from my plodding plotting and become a pantster. First, I must apologize to Don McNair for losing his post that was scheduled for today. It will be up next Moonday with the Intro that I’d already written, if he will graciously resend it.
I’d like to share a chunk of my life with you – say about the last two months. Husband was scheduled for hip surgery that never should have happened–he’s just too healthy. Daughter, however, put those plans on hold when she tore an ACL playing flag football and required knee surgery. I had to redo part of the basement so she would have a stariless place to recover. Surgery done and PT progressing well, Mama and I went south fo husband’s surgery which went really well except for him being a lousy patient – again, he’s just too healthy. Christmas Eve I was summoned north by an almost hysterical daughter. Living room, dining room, and two rooms in the basement were flooded from a broken connector in the master bath. Ceilings had fallen onto floor and family antiques. Freaked about but grateful for insurance and great insurance company. See pics of wiped out house.
After house was livable (meaning plumbing and heating functioning) headed back south with Mama in tow to check on husband before the workmen started the repairs this Wednesday. But you know what they say about best-laid plans. Snow and ice storms were slated for Monday, so Mama and partially-consumed fruitcake that has taveled 1400 miles in the last month headed north. We beat the storm and should have started getting ready for the contractor. Sometimes, however, you just can’t do what you should. I can’t share my pot of chili with you but at least you can check out my snowman decked with a coastal flair.
Til next Moonday, Laisser les bons temps rouler. Rita Bay PS Power just went out, so I’m posting without editing.