Ah, yes…the old blog…it was a comment from Old NFO that brought me back, reminding me that this place languished. Life has been a bit busy, of course, and August is likely to remain much the same. But the days have had highlights – Sarge’s hand is healing very well. The knuckles are coming back from under the layer of swelling that has finally receded. He is back at work though next week he spends each day on a private gig so I’ll be on my own to get the house cleaned for company.
That company will be a week of teen entertainments – shooting, Schlitterbahn’ing, and maybe a side trip west to show him the Texas of the old westerns…
An incredible storm rolled through last night, the line hustling southward and hurrying Kota into the bed beside me. She hates storms and I’d given her a sleepy treat to ease her a bit. But I was glad I’d unplugged my laptop – a rather strong bolt hit near as I held my cell phone and I could feel the littlest sizzle. It would have to make a dog fretful with their other senses bristling.
We had a nice, long meeting of the knitting club – HKB – and I was able to display my amazing shawl to those who could appreciate it for what it was – the hard work evident to those who could count the stitch-hours. A few errors are there but I’d had a terrible incident of stitches that fell off the needle and my recovery was a make-do effort.
Sarge called last night, having a lab around his heels as his owner was walking around the grounds. Marcus remembered him from the last meeting, I think – an auction for a non-profit. I wondered how his dog handled the storm that crossed their region.
We’ve been talking about the coming changes to the upper echelon and what we might do. Suffice to say, from August 3rd his studies begin for the Lieutenant role. Where that role might be is the issue…odds are he’d be in the Permian which means getting a trailer and parking it somewhere, coming home every other weekend, perhaps. It is just what one does, an accepted process. With any luck, we will have moved by then to a place with more privacy. We got screwed in the market collapse so it is a matter of waiting a time to get the market higher. If nothing else, we can always rent it to local troops – this a standard practice, too. They stay for their year and need someplace within a small radius of their area.
The mess that is American Politics continues to be an appalling failure. We just keep purchasing things of use, waiting for prices to drop on ammo. I need to get to the range but will not waste the good stuff on practice. I think in a few days we will be able to acquire a restock. I need to get the reloading materials restocked, too. I am in charge of The Great List so there is always something on my mind which makes Sarge nuts. But he has enough to think about so I try to deal with it…
We had a scare the other day. Our Godson is an amazing man. His beloved is an amazing girl. She was very unwell and he was diagnosing (he has ridden with EMT for years, now). Her parents (spit) were dismissive of the pain. He finally took her to the ER, which meant her anger being thrust at him and a stern lecture from her father. His concern was vindicated when they immediately admitted her for a bad appendix. The father did not apologize, of course.
Healing, she received word that the test of the organ showed cancerous cells. A long wait and some additional tests, lots of prayers…and word finally that it appears the cells did not migrate from the organ so she just needs scanned a few times a year. My relief was evident as the tears fell…the cells are known to invade the ovaries so the thought of her losing her fertility at this age, or worse losing her life was just a terrible thing. I am hopeful continued tests will confirm she remains healthy…
It is a strange time – that terror was bordered by very good news for the Godson’s father so we were pulled from one emotional edge to another. Add in the birth of a lovely girl to good friends and you can understand that we’ve had so little time for the frivolous. Well, a little time, perhaps…I chose my anniversary gift (a new kitchen sink) and he chose his. We are not big celebration types – can you tell? Ha!
And now…he is awake and it’s time to feed the beast. Enjoy your weekend, friends!