However, I was too monstrously busy exhausting myself, sleeping badly, freezing my tiny asp off, not eating well (does no one believe in a good old fashioned baked potato anymore?) and being too caffeine-starved to try to post or even read posts.
As I say, though, a wonderful time was had by all. Almost all. 🙂 (I accidentally set my hair on fire at one point. Even I must say, “I can’t take me anywhere.”)
It’s good to be back, even with a partial mullet.
There was much more to offer. It’s alright; there was a very and more serious than usual reason to do so: A 3-year old in the ex-son-in-law brood who has already lived a year longer than is usual for his terrible condition of constant seizures. They don’t know if he’s suffering, or happy, or anything. He’s heavily medicated to control the seizures..
His father cried as he spoke of him, not least of all because Mom moved him as far away down south as she could. I mumbled a bit about how the severely restricted fellow with cerebral palsy whom DH and I had tutored who couldn’t feed himself, let alone shave or trim his mustache and so much worse, had one thing to say to anyone who would listen:
“I LOVE my life. I’m so glad my mom didn’t abort me, and no one would’ve blamed her after that first son with CP! But I’m so thankful she didn’t.. I LOVE my life!”
I also spoke of how technology is racing racing racing at all times, and there might just be some way someday soon for the little boy to communicate. The dad’s wish is that the mom will fulfill her promise to bring the boy back to the Midwest for a Christmas visit. Sometimes, when I think my life has been a little shitty, well.. well, I realize that I’d trade it for someone else to have my shot at it. But more than anything, I realize (always) that the Man Who Healed, still heals. Still makes life better. Still creates smiles — and peace of heart — for others.
Please help me pray for Eli.
We’re so proud of our granddaughter. She’s a whiz kid, and she’s a lovely young woman. She graduated Summa Cum Laude with a handful of others out of multi-hundreds. Did I tell you that she had a poem published? No? Then I must not have told you that she used to make origami cranes –and painted them. 🙂 She also loves boats, (she serves on one every summer for years, now) and can’t wait to get up to Gloucester (Glostah) someday to see where The Perfect Storm movie took its origin. She has a little experience driving a jet boat on a Great lake, and some docking experience. 😀
We met her sweet boyfriend. I gave my nod. (We all do.) Her immediate plans are to sleep. 🙂 Her folks and other grandfolks all were so gracious. We got to see everyone this trip. Except the people who thoroughly enjoyed themselves in the abutting hotel rooms (all night long) and only occasionally banged on our door, perhaps looking for Ms. Stiletto or wondering how to increase the volume on the bass-thumping songs, because it was already up as high as it could go…
Indeed, the hotel stay is a chapter unto itself in this book that begins with de-icing the interiorly hot tube of toothpaste we flew in, and finishes with the hot, cramped tube of toothpaste (with the hovering-acrobatics-friendly bathroom) taking even worse turbulence on the way back. Suffice it to say I’ve never before thrown myself into St. Anthony’s arms (much like a golden retriever might) crying, “I trust unto the very end, but I’M SO SCARED!” Oh, I broke! But only on that third shove across the sky out of the not-so-clear blue that just wouldn’t let go!
All in all, we know exactly what we’d do differently next time: EVERYTHING.
It’s good to be back. It’s good to be warm, full, caffeinated.
It’s good that we survived, because I stuffed important things/papers/deeds into a box that would’ve only flummoxed our survivors mightily.. and because I didn’t make it to confession beforehand.
And people, it’s good to come back to your posts, too. ❤ I’m having fun catching up!