Sunday, March 8, 2020


Two days in a row this past week, I experienced the truth of the lines of Robert Burns: "The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men/ Gang aft agley." On Thursday I was supposed to be working on my cards with my business partner, but the special order wood for the rest of our deck had arrived at Home Depot and we had to go inspect it.  And of course, while we were there, we were sidetracked into the plant department and emerged with four tomato plants and a huge planter full of lettuce plants.
In addition, the Suburban needed a new battery and this required a trip to the auto parts store, the purchase of a battery, asking a friend if he could come and help us exchange it, and after an hour of struggle, realizing that we'd have to go back and get another tool and by then the auto parts store was filled with people who had just gotten off work and it was a long line and an hour's wait before we could get the tool. My business partner went home without having done any work on our cards (but I was extremely grateful she had helped me with the other jobs) and I took my friend out to dinner to thank him for his help.
The next day, I thought things would return somewhat to normal, but after I had finished my horn lesson, my business partner called me from her home, which is an hour and a half away, to see if I could take her husband to the Emergency Department for some tests. I was preparing to do that, when she called back and said he had taken a turn for the worse, and she had to call 911. Once the ambulance arrived, and they started checking his heart, they said they were worried he was having a heart attack and upgraded him to a life flight, which would get him to the hospital in 8 minutes instead of 2 hours.  I was thankful that I hadn't picked him up, since we might have been out in countryside with no help if I had gotten him.  Then I waited several more hours until my business partner was able to hear how her husband was doing (she had to check in guests at their guest house and she also has three dogs she can't leave alone). He was on oxygen and an IV for his medications, but has been too tired for any visitors, so we are just keeping in contact by phone and I'm letting our family and friends know how he's doing, as well as keeping everyone updated on my son-in-law Ray, who will be seeing the oncologist on St. Patrick's Day about his chemotherapy schedule. 
Life has felt like a roller coaster since then, but I think it's slowing down a bit. However, I will not guarantee that I'm going to be able to get off until I actually step out of the car.

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