Friday Albert had to go to work so Barbee came and spent the day with me while Uncle Jim entertained Jed.
Barbee arrived with beautiful pink flowers in hand not long after Alb went to work, which is practically the middle of the night, so I made her climb into bed with me and have a nap until the painters arrived.
The contractors swear to me that they'll be out of here by the weekend - only a month behind schedule. There must be some kind of lesson or story for the blog here amongst the inches of drywall dust one must drift through while trying to recover from surgery and come to grips with the fact that they have breast cancer. But I for the life of me can't come up with one. It must be the rigid T3 schedule I am adhereing to that is preventing me from finding humour in the situation.
Thank goodness Barbee was here in the afternoon when the wind picked up. I was laying in bed drifting in and out of a drug induced stupor listening to Barbee's sewing machine hum in the kitchen and the wind howl outside.
I could hear stuff blowing around outside and got up to look out the back door. The $1100 pile of styrofoam insulation, intended for under the new siding, was floating across the back yard. Had Barbee not been here to play Mary Poppins as the wind carried her around the yard, the sheets of foam probably would have ended up blowing back to the yard at WR Ventures before Alb got home a few hours later.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Happy Swim-a-versary to Me!
These two selfies were taken exactly 75 minutes apart. On January 8, 2023. The first, as I was proudly about to walk into my very first sw...
-
Fasting not required. That's how I interpretted my doctor's brutal handwriting on Tuesday when I showed up for my blood test appoi...
-
For the most part, I live my life in gratitude. Grateful for where I am. And grateful for where I've come from. Even though I feel lik...
-
My grandchildren’s great-great-great-great Grandmother Winnifred Florence Elvina Christina Jay Cutting (Now that’s a mouthful of name) would...
1 comment:
YAAAAY
Barbee!!
Maureen
Post a Comment